Carys Comma

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My Daughter,

Wandering, listless, we awkwardly spill through a life we've been given. The night fills our vision, strangles our sight, and with hands outstretched we try to anticipate and grasp an unsure, momentary future. This future is unknown, my child. So, also, is the method for finding this future.

Some tell us there is a compass that will help us find our way. If there is a compass, where can it be found? Some say it is in our hearts. Some say it is found in the sacred.

I trust neither.

Instead, I believe that our path is found in truth. Not the truth that lies within us, nor is it above us, transcendently divine. Rather, truth is a companion that is finding her way through the darkness with us, and we can even see her, via the luminescence of our faith.

Illuminate, my child. Find your way.

Dada

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