the leaves fall every year, and the squirels all follow the same game. were taken here. a place to find a pattern. an empty vessel to pass our habits through. greed pulls us into its material face, we yearn for its emptyness to change our ways. constant wondering until finally all is let go and we become more than invisible. when fear passes through understanding we arent different, and no one knows all. but how interesting it would be to think. consequences bring my hands to hold love and need to be more, but truth makes colours fade and my senses dissolve to the realm of bliss. make this material phase my mind and my actions be pure. nothing is everything and the answer is still lost