Somewhere betweencurves and the straight patha rock stoodwaiting for my arrivalto find seat and contemplateon the journey left behind,and the quest lying ahead.And in this rest stoprestoration beganas it suddenly occurred to methat the blaze of roarcoming from the earthwas the graceful evanescence of fear.With each breathmy substance,essence,and my beingreconditioned to a universal consciousnessof truth and divinity.I was half way home. I was almost therewhere God had designed the pilgrimagewhile cutting through the mountainsto the here and nowof this place I nowget to call home.