words our Father placed through our heart and in our hand, straight there where we can see. why will it not go through? He must wonder from time to His scratch of infinite time what's causing them the fear. and yes, i drop down on my knees and at least again I feel Him closer here. going to and from the book i rise up, my senses climb a bit over the ridge of this madness. cause i know these words, like mother, which sing our Father rings true.