There is good. . .and there is Evil. . . . Right and Wrong. . . .Heroes and Villians. . .and if we are blessed with wisdom. . .then there are glimpses between the cracks of each where light streams thru. . .We wait in silence for these times. . .when sense can be made. . .When meaningless existance comes into focus and our purpose presents itself. . . .And if we have the strength to be honest,then what we find there staring back at us . . .is our own reflection. . . .bearing witness to the dualities of life. . That each one of us is capable of both . . .The Dark . .and the Light. . .of Good and Evil. . .OF Either . . .Of All. . .and destiny ,while marching ever in our direction. . can be rerooted by the choices we make. . .By the promises we keep. . . . .
In the ongoing search for self , there are days when we learn something genuinly new. . . something uncovered. . . hidden. . . .that we never new was there. . . .something that surprises us. . .and on that day of self discovery question remains. . . What kind of person are we. . . does the angel or fiend inside us wins the day. . .and as the search for self continues,we look for answers everywhere. . .in nature. . .in God. . .in tiny tragedies that may naver be understood. . . but still , we are driven to it single minded on one goal. .to find our purpose in this life. . .no matter what the ramification, the friendships that may be hurt. . or the deals with the devil we need to make. . . . .
