Echoes of grief flow from the Soul, she wails. Interesting that some of us can’t feel it. Reverberating in my chest, my heart beats faster, fearing for its life. I look to find the light of Hope, far off, but still twinkling, a star among blackness. There! I see it! I am alive! Look there brothers. Look there sisters. Look for that twinkle. It is alive. Living we have intruded upon the great house of the Soul. We originated as part of it, grew to resent Her, broke our ties and proceeded to br...