The road to Damascus -final page

In reality, stories do not end. Observers may end it where they wish. But stories are living beings that refuse to die, even if those within it cannot see the end of the tunnel they find themselves in.

I’ve told what I remember. And there is much more I see that I cannot find words to express. And the little I find words for, I sometimes fear some might read too much meaning into what I say and take offense. It is true that we must say what we believe is the right thing.

But like someone once told me, not all truth needs to be told.

And on that note, I end my incomplete story.