Ruby

In the incessant rumbling of the half-conscious, there lies a blood-red stone. Never shaken by the mental tremors, it gracefully presents itself on a pillow of satin and silk. It is the goal of all who dare to venture there to pluck it from its bed – but what a perilous task this is! The journey to the chamber requires immense cunning and skill beyond comprehension – and a bit of luck never hurt a brave explorer! I am the daring and slightly foolish adventurer this time – I am on a quest for the stone, my stone. Will I return? I cannot say. But if I do, the fruits of my labor will be unfathomable – I anxiously await the time when I can gaze at the stone and know that what I have chosen to do with my life is what I was meant to do. Because as I live and breathe today, I am miles from the stone and feeling hopelessly lost. It is a hideous feeling and I must rid myself of it.

I must get the stone.

JAM 2003