Sitting quietly at my desk, gently fondling my coffee mug, as the wayward steam floating softly before my eyes like a thin mist penetrates deepest thought. Stirring beliefs that seemed no longer my own, escaping my consciousness, broodingly gazing blankly beyond the reedy mist and grubby windowpane, to a sliver of sliver of moon peeping through the blue velvet blackness, as stars arrange themselves in orderly discord, waiting for…the fire to ignite and blaze past the shimmering mist.