**From Joseph's Journal** _... I am drawn out of my space. As I move through the darkness I am deposited somewhere. A place where realities intertwine. There ever time, "It" has left me light. A story. I don't want this but when I tell these stories. When I finally work through them and get them out to whoever might listen. I feel I feel reality relax and then tense again. It readies itself to ..._ **So he finally is thinking about it.**