Vierra

In the Canyon of Wearisome Sadness, where one day I found myself wandering alone, I met My Heart, who called to me, asking where I was going. The path, though it had been long and twisted to a horizon that because of trajectory, seemed farther than it really was, like the illusion of a staircase descending to a dark cellar. How, as I'd known the Canyon for what it is, for so long, could I have been so lost? Why, since the Canyon is sometimes pleasant, is it not a place of delight? Repeatedly I asked these questions of My Heart, But like good listener, he elected to keep silent, leaving me to answer for myself.