A look at the world, and what so many people are thinking:

Journeys often end where we thought they had started. They sometimes start where we believe they must end. Is there no rhyme or reason to the mysteries of the universe? Is there no place where we can find the answers to our never ending questions? We have been told that the right answers can’t be found until we have asked the proper questions. How do we know what questions to ask if we have never seen the world beyond our vision, never heard the melodies of distant songs? How can we win a war in when we perceive no battles? Perhaps we have believed an answer to a question never asked. “There is no truth.” Dropping down to untouchables depths our soul waits to hear the tremors of truth, an echo that beats deep within our core. Patiently we wait, at first, for our doubt to wane. But it does not, it continues to grow. Is there anything left to believe in?