• The Heart of Man

    Nothing. Black. Once again, there is darkness, and we are all searching for light. The search is fruitless. For there is no light to be found..but for some reason, we keep searching. Finally, we find something..a..shard...a shard of something..from..long ago...Is it that which we have worked all our lives to find to no avail until just now? No...it can't be...it mustn’t be...for if it is...then the search will end...and all meaning to life will cease to be. Thus I tuck the shard away...I'll find somewhere to bury it later...to hide it....It mustn’t be found...it can never be found.