Iím just trying to keep moving in the right direction. Though I feel like Iím in a cave full in knee deep mud holding a candle for light. There are rats on the ledges & spiders crawling along the walls. It smells putrid & foul in here. There are things moving around, just out of sight. Whispers & sounds not meant for humans to hear, on the faint breeze I follow. I hope it leads out & not to the Pit. I move slow & decisively, as I have no matches & donít dare let this candle go out.
Everyone is a genius! If you were to judge a fish, by its ability to climb a tree,
it would think it was stupid all of it's life.