From my soon-to-be-released Short Stories for the Soul: “The Wonder of Og”             Og traced his fingers across the images of sun and moon he had scratched on his cave wall. His father had taught him to bow down to the sun each morning and the moon each night. They ruled the sky, and every day and night they crossed from one end to the other. Bowing to them made sense, even if they sometimes hid behind the white fields that floated in the sky.             Yet Og could not stop wondering if there might be something beyond the sun and…