blame god for not existingbeing bears too heavy a load Staring into and speaking directly at the very fiber of being, Linda King's collection of poems Reality Wayfarers propels a bold missive into this apparent void, which often seems better suited for muting whatever we're trying to say than providing any kind of feedback - not even echoes. It is a frightening and painful exercise but a worthwhile one which only the truest and bravest of souls can hope to even attempt and still be sustained. As Ms. King puts it: you are heresomewhere between the actual and the imaginary What we know of existence, or reality, is small compared to all we know we don't know, and where do we: our minds and our lives fit into the equation? Where is our journey of being taking us? Ultimately we are paired with our own consciousness, wherever we happen to be going.