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"But what will you do? How will you get along? Where will existence take you?" And in that moment, upon the questions, Jacob was taken to a place he had not visited in the recent days. A place that was possibly only real in his dreams, yet he was sure it penetrated his awakened moments. He was on the shoreline, where the lake seemed as large as the ocean, as the opposite shoreline was beyond where his eye was able to take him. There on a rock, a boulder to be more in truth, he sat and watched a…

The alarm clock sounded before Jacob gave it permission. Actually, he did set it, but that was a day and a life before. Almost like it was another version of him, thinking he would want to get up. Or maybe it was the first versions way of sticking it to version two, as if to stress some displeasure with the expiration of version one and the illumination of version 2. Regardless, he sat up, rubbed his eyes, stretched, squinted, yarned, coughed, rubbed his eyes again and rose to his feet. He lived…

Jacob was a boy not to much unlike most. Except for one thing. Jacob adored beauty. More than most of his kind. Each day as Jacob began his journey to the schoolhouse, he set off in the same way he did the day before. There were quicker ways, sure. But none like this particular way. He could have ridden a bike, or taken a quicker mode of several other kinds, but he chose to walk. He chose to savor what we could along the journey. There was one catch to all of the gloriousness of the journey. Hi…