and as the sun sets, there grows a louder and louder screeching noise from a side cave and then a stream of black pours out of the side of the mountain. the element of the unknown drove me to find out. we're never going to die. i was thinking there is so much to teach and learn in these readings. not long after that thanksgiving is waiting to get us even more busy than ever. ), but i suppose for a writer, there are worse things in the world to be. 