Now those readings of the week before were collected for Sunday Mass.

I am the way, the truth, and the life.

Gabriel was still treading the way. It would take him to many places yet before he could believe that this way was the truth and the life. The way seemed endless. Narrowing to a point so distant and so shrouded in mist that he could not even perceive the horizon or even where it was. There in the future was no physical shape. He could not even fathom if the future was not part of it. He himself was real. He had eyes to see and ears to hear. But his inner essence: where was it?