It might a seem strange thing to ask, but have you ever sat, eyes closed, and had weird thoughts pass through your mind. For instance, how does the man who has to drive the snow plough get to work in the mornings? Why is the word Phonetic not spelled the way it sounds? I once wondered what it would be like to be a part of that most incredible of journey's. JOURNEYS END It started when as I recall, in cavities inside a ball, well not a ball as I have said but more an oval, like an egg, my friends and I were sleeping there, without a worry, without a care, when movement roused us from our sleep and tossed us all into a heap, a heap from which we scrabbled clear, our minds awry, our hearts with fear, we fought a surging current which from nowhere came, we all were pitched, into a void that loomed ahead, a tunnel dark through which we sped, I fought the flow but all in vain, that place called home not see again, yet in that torrent, those crashing bends, I glanced around at all my friends, and even though the fear was true, we would survive, this fact I knew. Merged as one, solid stream, plummet on as in a dream, past openings to our left and right from which there came a world of white, wherein engulfed and tumbled round, perceived no sights and heard no sounds, yet felt each one a certain need to close our ranks, our dread not feed, no time to plan, no words be said but brace against what lay ahead. A moments crush, through air so fast then came to rest, take breath at last, of mighty torrent, world of white in which we came there was no sight, reeling senses now were free and countless others just like me, slowly gathered, drawing near dispelled confusion, doubts and fear, I glanced at one and in his face read thoughts as mine, where is this place. Constraint removed, exploring I, saw tiny entrance way up high, with homes return now truly barred, the way ahead proved steep and hard, but I with friends began to climb those walls so shear and in due time, we chosen few, so small so weak, attained our goal atop the peak, for open there a passage through to destiny, for me or you, survivors cling their bodies rest, refreshing souls to end the quest. What lay beyond we never knew yet sallied forth, a gallant few, moving, cautious, senses keen, alert for sights as yet unseen, then from within desire pools, we're driven on, abandoned fools, fatigue and caution were cast aside, this passage had no fear to hide. There, just there it pulsed so bright akin to dawns clear morning light, and beckoned us to draw so near and peer through surface soft and clear, from deep within soft words I hear, such words for me could hold no fear. "Welcome traveller, welcome friend, welcome to your journeys end, come close and rest inside of me, give up your souls for you will see, though others perished, lost in pain, your struggle here was not in vain, we both now serve a being high, created earth and sea and sky, he planned our lives for just this time, our purpose here so pure, so fine, so join me now, our souls entwined, in love so calm and mild, and guided by our masters hand, create a human child."