Without realizing it, we send each other out - entrusted with missions messaged in deep subterranean codes, barely blipped on our conscious deck.
We are surprised when we do not come back - we know echo is the universal law - but the distances are much greater than we ever imagined, and the work to be done takes time, or eternity - a thing not a measurement.
We think ourselves abandoned, we the brigadeer generals. Instead, we are the ones calling out - abandon ship! abandon hope! abandon self!
