As Bo's eyes adjusted to the mixture of light and darkness from the hallway, he looked into what seemed like a deep ravine. This couldn't be? Wasn't he in a building? As Bo was contemplating this altered state of reality, he felt the door behind him push him forward and slam shut with a loud bang! Bo kept blinking his eyes until his focus fell upon a small piece of paper that lay on the edge of...

The voice that nearly shouted in Bo's face woke him up from his daydreaming with a start! He unwillingly got up from his chair and walked into the line. Bo fell deep into thought as he waited for the roll call to end. This wasn't what he had dreamed of doing. This place was a far cry from his ideal. How did it all happen? His high hopes and hard work had led him to such a place as this? As Bo was...

Bo found himself surrounded by a crowd not his own. He wondered at their glazed eyes and turned up noses. "Dullards," he thought. "All program and no heart." He wondered how he ended up with such a profession as this as he reached for a nearby chair that wailed as it  scraped along the floor and sat down. "They love this sitting" he thought as one of them strutted on past without a glance. ...

"The most difficult thing but an essential one is to love life, to love while one suffers. Because life is all , Life is God and to love life Means to love God." Tolstoy "War and Peace"  :-)

As flowers gently push their way through earth's soft surface As leaves form upon the trees Surely they blossom before us So still my restless heart Until their beauty's work displayed.