Writing is the journey toward an idea. One step. Then two steps through the darkness, descending down a staircase of twists and turns in a deep pursuit that evades time. It is a circular concentration of thought and a meditation in faith. For its birth will come through prayers of perseverance.
Sometimes illusions become obstacles that distort the pathway and false appearances linger only to cause a back-up, a hesitation to find another way through this labyrinth of thoughts. Stone tombs now speak the histories of life upon which a society stands and builds stories etched from its past souls.