I am sitting at my laptop fingers poised above the keyboard all set to type up an article or too! One minute, two minutes, three minutes… Time ticks away but no words materialize on the screen. In desperation, I look around for inspiration. Anything to trigger my brain but no such help is at hand. Is my existence so bland, so inconsequential? Do I stand so still and unmoving or am I passing through without leaving a mark? Will I leave this world as I entered it so unblemished and pure or is my slate so dark that no cross will show?