His thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of unreadiness and as a result of his misty glasses weak eyes seemed up pleading. MY FATHER GAVE ME SEEDS TO SOW. A extensive search from dark eyes, a riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the church's looms. Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dim palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants, eager to be dethroned.