There are no Gods and Goddesses down here despite what anyone else might have told you. This is a well, a very dry and old one, but it is the very bottom of everything there is, everything that you know of. They do not send those with hope or means this way. It’s only those without influence and a future that find themselves here. Round the stairs, down and down, did you look over to see the drop, as you made your way here? This is quite a distance from the surface, you do realise that? Look up. That pin prick above your head, at the very centre of the dark circle – that’s the sun. The outside. Everything you had known. Where all things possible are present. Things like hope. Expectation too. But not down here. Continue reading “The Voice in the Well”