Sophia

Life is a short drive, though the ways be long. A journey twists and turns before it can be made straight. He drove many cars, most had six windows. in each window a girl, or woman peered inward. one was named ‘love’, she looked through the front windscreen, likewise, those named ‘fear’, ‘loathing’, and ‘sorrow’ looked through the four side-windows. Lastly, the one named Sophia, (she who stays faithful to the end), looked inward through a rear window. Sophia; blessed the road as it veered this way and that, until the road let go of the car, and the car let go of him. The journey and the man, became one with the wisdom of a journey taken, and though he passed away, as all travelers must, Sophia drives ever onward with him.