I once had a vision of a group of people swapping stories around a campfire, but the fire was actually fed by the stories themselves. The stories provided the light so the people could see each other’s faces.
All throughout history, mankind had been telling stories, using written and spoken words in attempt to discover the meaning of life. Most religions have a holy book. Every culture has their myths. And I have my journals.
These are my stories, written in the dark, hoping in some way they will light my path and lead me to the ultimate Source of Light.