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By Kate Wells
01/24/06
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Darkness was all he had ever known in his captivity. Had he some basis of comparison...he would have understood that his quarters were not of a four star rating. He had dwelt in that small, damp space, however, for his entire life. So he did not know...that there was anything else.

He often became agitated with his condition, which led to a desire for change. Change is good. But not always easy. He tried to ponder his situation, but found it too difficult to do so.

He pressed on the wall in front of him...daily. It often appeared to move. But perhaps that was only an illusion. For it was still in place. And he was still in darkness. So he waited. For what...he did not know.

It was such an effort...to bring about this desired change. Perhaps he would stay a while longer. What was the point, anyway, in leaving... if he did not know where he was going?

It was truly not so bad. The darkness was rather soothing, actually. As long as the turmoil didn't come. He didn't like the turmoil. It was so disturbing to be suddenly tossed about by a force he could not comprehend. The turmoil always came unexpectedly. Disregarding gravity, it would often send him tumbling backwards and upside down. He would then have to spend much effort righting himself. And that was tiring.

Something was going to have to change soon, though. He knew that. The space was growing smaller. He had no doubt. Even the turmoil could not toss him like it used to. He was certain that his strength was gaining, for he could now move the walls...when he tried. And he tried often. If only he had known what was beyond them. His efforts might have increased. And then came the sounds.

Sounds like whales make to one another deep within the ocean. Mournful sounds... slow and droaning. And sometimes sudden. But the one sound...he loved. It gave him peace. It made him know that he had purpose. And that he could be free. It wasn't droaning like the other sounds. It was cooing and gentle, lulling him to rest and wait... for what?

He had been waiting for so long...when it happened. The turmoil came. Only this time, it was worse than it had ever been before. He tried, but he could not right himself. And the space grew smaller with each crushing wave of it. Until it was so small he did not think he could survive. He could not even push the walls now. What was going to happen to him?

The sounds grew so loud he almost could not bear it. And something overwhelming rushed in upon his soothing darkness and robbed him of his isolation.

And then...it happened. His arms pressed out against...nothing! It was gone! The wall was gone!
But the thing that took his darkness away was harsh. And he realized that the new sound was coming from him!
It was so loud...so terrifying and then...walls came back...new, different than before. Warm. Soft. Eveloping him.

And there it was...the gentle sound that always gave him peace. He heard it so distinctly now.

His mother. He lay in her arms, wrapped in a soft blue blanket. And as his eyes met hers, he felt the peaceful joy of a baby, loved.

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