For Mikey :)

"Caves are not the ideal place for morale building. There is a certain sameness to them all, no matter how many you have lived in. Dark. Wet. Cold. Stale. A cave becomes even worse when you are its sole inhabitant....and in the distance you can hear the dogs baying. But sometimes, when the dogs and hunters were not near, the hunted sang. He started low, then lifted his voice and sang the song the little lamb had taught him. The cavern walls echoed each note just as the mountains had once done. The music rolled down into deep cavern darkness that soon became an echoing choir singing back to him. He had less now than when he was a shepherd, for now he had no lyre, no sun, not even the company of sheep. The memories of the court had faded. David's greatest ambition now reached no higher than a shepherd's staff. Everything was being crushed out of him. He sang a great deal. And matched each note with a tear. How strange, is it not, what suffering begets? There in those caves, drowned in the sorrow of his song and in the song of his sorow, David became the greatest hymn writer and the greatest comforter of broken hearts this world shall ever know." From Gene Edwards book "A Tale of Three Kings".