OK. So I can’t spell. I spent all last night standing in front of a warehouse.
The sweetest thing in all my life
has been the longing —
to reach the Mountain, to find the place
where all the beauty came from -
Do you think it all meant nothing,
all the longing? The longing for home?
For indeed it now feels not like going,
but like going back.
C.S.Lewis
I was worried that I had it wrong....