We pick and choose blindfolded relying only on the senses and hoping to God that we took the right pill. Engulfing the mind into an endless conflict between the past and the future; between the I and the Me. The spontaneity of the I tantalizing the Me; allowing the self to blend pre-established pathways into the continuum of the scary, and the almost always, exciting and unknown. The arena holds no bearing, no u-turns.
In the midst of the fog the mind can outline a figure but it cannot convey the essence of its reality. The sole subjectivity of its presence is understated within the objectivity of the black and white world. In an attempt to find reason, we drive ourselves mad.
