On a summer night, when it was the worst heat, we were sitting at the table. We were surrounded by mountains and big water, and the night wind was blowing, bringing dreams. We were happy with each other, and we had everything.
And the Keyholder came to us and brought more and put it on our table. And he told us his stories. I listened carefully and noticed that he was telling us not only about the events that had happened to him. He also gave us keys. The keys in his stories rarely slipped through the cracks, and they had to be noticed, caught, and understood. They had to be unpacked and applied. And, there value was still to be found. I took a few keys from the Keyholder and will always carry them with me.