There comes a time in a man’s life that he begins to be aware of a world his senses cannot read, cannot describe, lacking the ability to grasp its form yet strangely aware that it is there…
Like a man that has traveled through a garden of great beauty then suddenly comes upon an empty open wasteland, a desert that yields nothing to the senses, it strikes him so that he reacts from the blow, and yet a tiny voice so impossibly true whispers “it is there”
In that vast nothingless “it is there” and al