We are not meant to spend the rest of our lives underground. We need to go home and tell a strange story that no one will believe.

Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all.

The whole story is strange.

The morning opens, a mist of innocence appears across the countryside that tells each one of us the day is new. That feeling of hope, love and the humble awareness of our duty becomes clear if even for a moment. It is that experience of inspiration that follows us into a small town woken by a cool frost on this Sunday morning and the laughter of children playing.

We have the warmest cave in the Ozarks.

GET BACK IN YOUR CAVE.