How is it that salvation history depends upon scripts unwritten and words incomplete? Weekly festivals do not make the passage of time any less difficult or slightly trying. Dancing elders celebrate with high-leg kicks the message their generation received long ago from the bottles others tossed into the seas. A conversation about the next memorial wall slows, weighted with the wax of last night's dinner candles which burned too fast. Writing checks to the cleaning company and first-time talks with new-found friends will not create the forgiveness you seek nor secure a place for your name on the wall.