Tuesday, May 29, 2007

There is no key to the heaven within.

But there are, however, many ways in.

Touch the earth lightly, but leave lots behind.

Dreamscapes and stardust, for the lucky to find.

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My favourite book was one I read as a child. Sadly, it's name and location are lost to me now.

It was about a boy, who had a quilt that was proof against nightmares. It was a gift from his grandmother, who was an expert in the area. However, it grew a tear one day, and it's power began to fade. Bringing it before his grandmother, she gave him a list of ingredients she would need.

He would have to bring the quilt to the top of the house, and use it to collect the waning light of the moon and the first ray of dawn. And so he did, trudging up through the house in the early morning.

He was terribly afraid of the dark, and shadows loomed around corners. He envisioned the most ghastly demons hiding in the darkness, and unearthly sounds came from deep within the house.

Finally, shivering with cold, he stood at the balcony and raised the quilt to catch the light of the moon and the sun. Come breakfast, the boy regaled his grandmother with tales of his quest, and presented her the quilt for repair.

The grandmother told him this. "My child, though I am able to repair this, no doubt your journey has cured you of your fears already. Your nightmares will trouble you no longer, and surely then, you have no more use for the quilt."