All jaws were wide open and not a voice could be heard. It took a few minutes to come to the realization that they may have finally found the large vein talked of so many years along. Black Jack broke the silence with an "welllll.......I'lll beee" as Goldsmith wiped his brow and steadied his gaze. "Black!" he said in an almost reverent voice, "do we have enough light to dig a little?" Black...

If you think of it, it's the nuclear...the center of where all of one's process comes from. The outcome so to speak...of destiny, of heart, of love. The small little place of how one loves their own. It's insignificant to others but it's the beginning of ones story. The strength of a story unfolds...it finds it's way in the dark. It is only as strong as it's core...and it's core needs love. WE...