The path is narrow treacherous, slippery. The road is long arduous, lonely. The yawning abyss – dark, menacing. The shadowed valley – murky, disturbing. Eyes downcast; heart’s discouraged. Thoughts dismayed; soul’s disheartened. Suddenly, a shaft of light breaks through the fog. Myths and legends, swirl in the mists. White spires, golden halls “and beyond them…