Click! Clack!
Each page printed and designed with the dark ink of intelligence, each page saturated with an eagerness: eagerness to tell and share life, intertwined with the deep secrets buried within.

A babe at first, introduced to the world of conflict. Not yet opened eyes already perceiving the climax of life to come and the resolution of death at life's end, all written by the Author above.

Oh the written novel, a blossoming young tree which shall grow to the mighty oak- like the growth of a leaflet to a novel- with each leaf displaying the sunlight of knowledge with which to feed the trunk of divine understanding.

Oh the written word, a pooling of truth waiting to spill out, shining in anticipation, sloshing in readiness. Waiting for a thirsty passer-by to stop and drink in final awareness.