Dawn portrays shadows and fleeting openings in the heavy fog. First awake, inquisitive eyes attempt to pierce the grayness, searching out a stepping stone secure enough to settle on next.“There it is, a beam showing a path.” Anxious dreams of the night begin to fade. He prepares to move forward, cautiously choosing the direction. Adjacent, others stir. Where is the path they saw so clearly only a short while before? Now, only nothingness surrounds them. The imperative that first drove them to start the journey appears less urgent. Stuck in place, feet encased in heavy mud, their despair spreads to others.“Surely this direction is wrong. There must be an easier path,” they cry. There is no end to be seen, and we have been traveling many, many years.