What rooms of the soul have we left unchecked? Forgotten and locked away With the key nowhere to be found? Look: the door is still open. Climb the creaking stairs, open the drawers and peek inside; run your fingers along the shelves now draped in dust somewhere in the attic of your mind. You might rediscover the very thing you have been searching for your entire life. The ghosts will cry and beckon. Don't run. Sit and stay awhile. Get to know yourself. Offer company and light to the strange and stranger.