With a sigh I see another day pass, for when the crow settles and the owl is a hunt, then that which we do not name is about. For even thoe you may not believe, there is more in this plane tween heaven and earth than mankind must or will ever know or experience. Yet in the shadows there is still light from the moon, as she glides through the velvet night, in search of love long past. What are we to do if, at the end of the threads of time, we have left a page unturned, or a drop of water untasted, or a ray of sunshine pooled listlessly in a pothole? Seek to learn the truth, and teach whay you learn that in grace of fate we can outlive our shells, and pass on to the next plane!
