In the dark of the hole it seems as though there is nothing but despair and walls. As if the labrynth has no solution. A simple step forward takes the strength of many. A deep breath requires the lungs of the great wind. No cartographer has solved this puzzle. Could the smallest crack provide light and hope? From whence comes the ladder to rise out of the darkness? And when? The answer is barely inaudible, the soft whisper of God. In time. The light will come in time.