Oct. 25 10 2135 The Song Of The Evening Is : “Miles From Nowhere” By Cat Stevens . , The night sky is clogged with clouds. I look up. One brave star stares back at me through an opening in the swirling billows. It flutters as the tiny opening tries to fill the small gap. The sight almost inspires me to say a prayer. Almost ! The reality of my mortality has been driven into me like a spike sliding through my flesh. The extreme discomfort that my body has been enduring during these last 5 or so weeks leads me towards believing that prayer would be insincere. I wish this wasn’t so. I do not intend to leave this world either being unsure ,or while lying to myself. If I do not have the answers when I draw my last breath , I will travel on as bravely as I can. I look up at that one brave star. Wondering why I can no longer pray . Wondering why I wish I could.
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