Cave Series 11: Persevering in the Darkness

Black, darkness… Hey I can’t even see the phosphorescence anymore… There used to be lights, shimmering clouds, green shapes, purple fields and even little images once in a while. Now there is nothing. It’s all gloom, obscurity and shadow. This is when the going gets tough, and who can say if I’m tough enough to get going. There is no stick to beat me on; no word, no gesture. I’m all there is here, there’s no one else, and nothing to guide me. And it’s too dark, too dark to see. I’m knocking on the door, and it’s not heaven’s door, or hell’s gates. It’s just a big black sheet of rock, maybe the gates of Mordor, and I’m a tiny little barefooted hobbit. The only thing I have going for me is that I’m small and difficult to see, so maybe I can fool that huge expanse of rock and its guardians and slip past somehow. I don’t care what’s behind me or in front of me. I just have to keep beating away at those walls – and blowing my trumpet – and see if I can have them tumble down, like the walls of Jericho did once upon a time.