User Profile

With the inability to speak I've been left with a wand and the dirt beneath my feet to communicate with others. It's surprising what a priest can learn from mere jestures or from deafening silence. Many have confided in me but they will never hear my comforting words. Just my comforting thoughts... I would say it is both a gift and a curse.

After being self-conscience of my wordly surroundings I discovered the rotting flesh in my jaw no longer can be used for proper speech. All I can manage are groans and a weak horrendous smile. It's been 39 seasons of wandering and wondering about my past and what the near futre may bring. Many questions like why have I been imprisoned in this dying body? How much longer will I have until this weak body is returned to the ground and complete the circle of life?