I have awakened with the words forming on my tongue, “The empty spaces are important too.” What muse, God-sent I pray, has whispered here, has taken my mouth to whisper in my ear, of such things…no, I dare not speak what I do not know, only that a Lady’s foot was broken, that was first in a dream, then like a theme faintly played in a new key, the memory was renewed. Madmen and prophets, fools and seers, in time we’re all judged. The empty spaces must be empty—that’s important. So, I will not say what cannot be said.
Tale Told 