There resides a haunting question within the
innermost recesses of man and woman. It is in the
ignoring of this eternal, or some might say “infernal,”
question that life happens. It can be a life lived in
so-called happiness, or it can be a life fraught with
many pitfalls and hardships. The question may arise in
the mind, but it must be solved in the heart. There it
will reside in that heart indefinitely until it is discerned
Poets have probed this question for generations,
sometimes with agony, sometimes with a sense of
wonderment, but mostly with a sense of longing to
discover the answer. Many stories have this question as
the basis of the story, whether they are aware of it or not.
It is the hidden question that drives the characters, the
plot, and the conclusion. Songs almost always have this
question somewhere in the melody, the composition,
the words, or the notes. Paintings and artworks of
course can be added to this list, and on and on it can go.
This is a question that has plagued mankind for
generations. It can be said that it might actually be
the human condition. Thus it is an inner yearning or
discontent realized or ignored. The pursuit of the
answer can bring happiness or despair, depending on
the discernment, right or wrong of the answer. Actually,
happiness may accompany the wrong answer; but if
that person digs deeply, it is not actually joy but more
likely ego, selfishness, greed, or the love of power.
A very select group of people has actually correctly
discerned the question and answer and lived this
answer to great achievement, although outward
appearances may suggest otherwise, such as humility,
scarcity, disability, or even disease. However, if a person
is willing or forced to dig deep enough, the question
and the truth can be found with divine transformation
as the result.
This most mysterious question can burn a hole in
the heart, but with the right answer, it can be healed.
This hole may be the result of the way this life is lived,
or it may be the result of ancestors ignoring the great
question. They pass it forward to next generations in
the hopes that it will be easier for them to solve as they
learn from their elders. Or, and this is hard for many
to believe, this disease of life can come from previous
lifetimes. It may be lifetimes that ended incompletely,
abruptly, without accomplishing the goals of life, so
that the person has to return yet again to solve this
mysterious question and endeavor to find the answer.
Sometimes a person must come back again and again,
maybe thousands of lifetimes, getting closer each time
attempting to solve this mystery, until eventually this
question of life is answered. Ultimately then, life is
lived in peacefulness, abundance, and joy.
This story, although fiction (or not?), is essentially
about that question and the pursuit of the answer. It
is inspired by an actual event and a very real, peculiar,
broken headstone of a young woman from the early
1900s. That gravesite beckoned an unsuspecting man
to it one normal day, ensnaring him thus ensuring
that her story would be told. That encounter changed
the unsuspecting man’s life forever. Well, more than
one person’s life actually. As it is said, it created “the
It is hoped that the reader may see a bit of themselves,
or maybe someone they know, and recognize that
question hidden deep within each of them. The
ignoring of which has created wars, famine, pestilence,
and all manner of pains and ills. It is hoped that the
reader will find the answer to this question as well so
that the heart will receive its healing. Then ultimately,
the ripple effect will happen again, creating peace that
will be felt, thus pushing that peace or love forward.
All it takes is one person, one person at a time to affect
goodwill. It is my—our—prayer that this will take
place, one word, one note at a time. Please indulge your
imagination and enjoy this fairy’s tale with the love and
respect in which it was written.
What is the question? You already know. Who am I?
Why am I here? What is my purpose? What is this thing
Enjoy, in joy!
Starlight, precious Fairy Bright, you/we did indeed
create more light!