At night the body of clouds advancing higher up the sky smothers the whole quiet gulf below with an impenetrable darkness, in which the sound of the falling showers can be heard beginning and ceasing abruptly—now here, now there. Indeed, these cloudy nights are proverbial with the seamen along the whole west coast of a great continent. Sky, land, and sea disappear together out of the world when the Placido—as the saying is—goes to sleep under its black poncho.

The few stars left below the seaward frown of the vault shine feebly as into the mouth of a black cavern. In its vastness your ship floats unseen under your feet, her sails flutter invisible above your head. The eye of God Himself—they add with grim profanity—could not find out what work a man’s hand is doing in there; and you would be free to call the devil to your aid with impunity if even his malice were not defeated by such a blind darkness.

If we don’t capture the memories of days gone by, they eventually disappear and hide themselves away. It’s a long journey to rediscover the facts of life and times of those who have gone before us. As we piece the hints and puzzle pieces together, patience is a virtue. Brick walls must come tumbling down, somehow. Persistence is another virtue on the journey to find the the real life stories behind our bloodlines. Our ancestors once walked on this earth, living in a different time under different circumstances. They faced obstacles, hardships, and battles which may never cross our minds in this century of time. How would they think of this world today, or even their descendants …. us. Every soul has a story to tell. Hidden and buried as time marches onward. Will our lives and memories be forgotten 100 years from now ? As theirs are now? For this we rediscover the past and reattach our present with our bloodline with the souls whom DNA and bloodlines flows within our very being Today while it is still day. Tomorrow may never come, for some of us, so we shall light the candle and leave our puzzle in progress for those yet to be. Someday when time no longer exist, at least the pieces we fit into the puzzle will be there for another generation to keep a vigilant candle as they add more pieces for those yet to come.