The view from my window is obscured by mountains of books; many covered with the dust of neglect. The frantic self absorption of my daily life has long silenced their urgent messages. Now the weight of this reading list is crushing. The many volumes that remain unread could not be sounding a louder alarm yet I fear I have answered the call too late. I have nothing but time now. I pour over the pages to find the common thread that led us to this place and seek a way forward.