Not all placed badly, spring pregnant made her appearance. It was a hell of a walk down, stones coming loose, the whole shebang under us in danger of collapse, just to see where the map would lead. Pragmatic truth was promoted for the sake of peace, toes dipped tentatively into the river. The first man didn't really want to participate, but did so under pressure, an impossible moment of prayer. He presented himself with surety, and this made us believe him, but by now he no longer believed a single word he was saying. What we wanted was silence, not doors slamming behind our eyes. There we were without recognisable faces when the stained glass window shattered and the lights went out. This was freedom to be discovered, a point of no return. The secret was to make it come alive.