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Is there sanity in madness? Sometimes, I wonder if madness is just perfectly adept for the life and circumstances through which we have lived, whether we had a choice to or not. Our ultimate choice was to adapt, to evolve.. or simply choose not to. I should say mine of course, not ours, not hers and not his, and certainly not yours not even theirs. Even so, our choices are not like many others. Our choices are ours and ours alone. Sometimes. And in this way, the spirit of humanity collectively weaves its branches into the future, creating new paths, often re-visiting old ones, as they clamber over each other towards the warmth of the sun, glittering in sparks of pure imagination, like those raindrops which lie there, glistening in our eyes, perhaps not quite unlike those cells, hidden behind the leaves and the veil of our insufficiencies, pulsing through that tree. Perhaps not unlike us, as we spread and we share the seeds of our thoughts, and huddle together to devour the feasts of each others endeavours, and that, that so intagibly eludes us. And so I wonder, does a tree know, that it is a tree? You would think by now I should realise the futility of asking such questions of myself, for I know I could never possibly answer each and every one of them. Such questions which fed, and grew into an ominous shadow that stood above me, an abyss that swallowed my soul, casting its dark shadow down upon me, becoming one with it, and left me feeling utterly alone and afraid. But, when i turn to see those sparks of light, and my shadow stands amongst the greatest men and the tallest, proudest trees. I say, we are all, but the light, we are all.. but the light. And so I will try to remember, when that shadow looms again, I shall whisper to myself... "I am that which I cannot see, I am that which I cannot see. My reflections, it will never tell, they will never tell the truth".