Fortunate, very fortunate.

It's a fortunate thing to have faith. What I have faith in... I can't describe through everyone else's means. I need to find my own way.

I don't seek the wizard behind the curtain. I don't seek the bottom of the pond for the pebble that created the ripples. I don't seek the pen that wrote the story. I don't seek the eye that shed the tears. I don't escape the end to find the beginning. I seek, I search, I am pulled toward the pull and the path it has me on, and all I observe: the curtain, the ripples, the story, the tears, and the beginning--are just understandings that I am pulled through. There's more to the black between the stars. There's more to the silence between conversations.