aegis
Where did this brick come from? I think my father might have left it here in the basement, but why he would do so remains a complete mystery to me. Was he going to build something with it? Even if he was, why would he need just one brick? Ever since Dad passed, there have been a million and one questions like this that have haunted me. He left so much in physical, as well as emotional form. So many questions without answers.
My root, the basis of every thought, the foundation of my reality, is buried somewhere in the cellar of the written word. The desire to express oneself on the page is at the basis of our understanding of the world around us. When do we not want to write out our feelings, express our concerns, or share a great revelation?