Prologue

Life is movement and change, search and discovery.
We are always traveling, dimly aware of our direction and goals.
Where are we really going?
Are we searching for the perfect world, somewhere outside of us, or simply going home?
Not to a childhood home, but a place that lives and grows deep within us.
A home distant from our everyday lives, yet more familiar and satisfying than any home we can remember.

There are worlds within us, waiting to be heard.
If we listen in the stillness, we see how to begin the journey.
Mix a brief moment with an ache to discover, and stir with imagination.

The journey is often too brief.
We touch other worlds every day, but then then forget them, to return to our everyday lives.
We laugh at imagination, and dismiss our inner worlds.
Imagination can strike the hard ground of our everyday lives, and raise sparks of daydreams, or take us on a ship of fire to other worlds.

Which is more real?
The life we know, or the other worlds we touch?

Do we create the worlds of possibility, or do we discover a distant reality?
Some of us are forever changed by the meaning that we find there.

There are legends of travelers who find other worlds and never return.
They die to the worlds they leave behind.
This is the story of a traveler who lost one home, and found another.