Sometimes there is a clear path we march along, our heads held high, our goal in sight. But more often we are led down the abstract way where the twists and turns are so jagged that we can't see our way forward. We keep moving along because we have no choice…that is what life asks of us.

As we take each step our journey is fueled by the hope that the answers we seek are up ahead…just around the bend of the abstract way.

Chapter 35-The Masterpiece

We are in a Maxfield Parish amber-dipped landscape redefining the cinematic kiss. I imagine we are near the edge of a cliff with the world laid out before us. The sun is about to sink behind the horizon while we hold onto each other, bracing against the wind of all our past experiences as they whip past us. It's a masterpiece. This moment should be in an elaborately gilded frame hanging in the fucking Louvre.