When we see our world, there are always signs that tell us things. Who we are and where we’ve been, what we want and sometimes, what we shall see. An deeply fundamental and inner sense of divination cast by the way everything is. It’s our nature to attempt to find answers from outside to within.
Some see it in the clouds, woven patterns looming high up in the sky, others in the wind and its companions that fly. Some in puddles, with stones skimming across the lake, and others in the hymns chosen before their wake.
We all seek an element, a superstitious past, and we all seek the future, to know the things that die and things that last. An adaptation of everything is the way we all see, and rearranging our worlds helps us find who we shall be.
Inherent in our nature is a desire to dream. I dream of different future, as strange as that may seem.
