Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel has always been just a phrase, a thought, or a quip if you will. Never have I been in a dark tunnel falling like Alice into a drab world filled with smiling cats, stoned worms, or vindictive drama queens, only to see a light coming toward me like a savior.

Is there a light out there waiting for us to just reach out and grab hold, or is it all nonsense. Are we destined to tumble head over heels down the hole only to land in a dark lonely abyss? I have come to believe that there is a light but this light is not seen rather it is felt.