If I wrote all the questions building up slowly inside me on little white slips of paper and put them all in dark lil mysterious box....and if i believed enough in this magic and the solving power of the soul and spirit in me that God created, would they all be answered? Or would the mere act of putting such inquiries and frustrations away like glass bottles dropped into the endless depths of the deepest lake be like solving them in themselves?

Memories are the most living of all treasures, such treasures can never be lost or broken..