Leaving home we travel and we take a body once again. This is His caper which we enact; we are His troupe of thespians. The play is not without its framework. It is filled with spectacle and drama, comedy and tragedy. Nothing is beyond His ken! The game is afoot, this life is looming, and it all seems so real. So we traverse this existence in joy and pain of loss and gain. Each born in a province of his making, covered in our ignorance to what we truly are, not knowing we are His. We are moved by the impulsion of Time to find Truth, although we do not know what that Truth might be. It is just that the heart feels life is lacking. There is a void, an emptiness that the mundane can not relieve. Friends and family cannot assuage the profound compulsion to seek. So we accelerate in whatever direction we think will fill us. We gather people, status and things but what we need is to be empty. Empty of desire, empty of passion, empty of lust, greed and ...