"One of the heads of the beast seemed to have had a fatal wound, but the fatal wound had been healed. The whole world was filled with wonder and followed the beast." From the book of Revelation... (Steller poetry)
I didn't know what path to take. The Will, or the character within me, was still unspoken. So weak. Blind measure, blind means. I knew only of faith. I walked with faith in the dark soft light, forever borrowing her gracious heart for strength. We were lonely in the silence of unspoken things. I did believe. Any path would have lead me.