Prologue

This is the book that will never be. In the beginning of its conception, it was never thought to be completed, nor will it ever be read. This book holds the journey of a young boy, who from his birth, was never thought to grow old, nor will he ever be noticed. And in his life, his only solace was in the stories that he met along the way, beautiful pebbles which he picked up or ugly stones caught in his shoes.

This book shares his woes and laments, his joy and happiness, and in time to come, as the boy walk along, he takes his rocks out to lay them on the ground, recounting them, admiring them for the color and smoothness, for the moss and the edges, and with a sigh and clap, laugh at them, keep them and walk along again.