Sometimes when trying to teach, guide and influence, we can sound cold and cruel. Learning life’s lessons can be a difficult process. However, to understand clearly, just review, baby: This is how I was designed. But we should further explore by turning back, falling inward. We must consume the reflections and expect evenhanded results. Answers persist, bloom and flourish everywhere. Look, I think I see one now. But it’s hard to grasp the weight, when the questions defy gravity. I cannot rescind my opinions. They are what powers the muscles to flex and propels the movement in my head that I can’t see and don’t really understand. That electricity called life. And from where I stand, summer is coming. And that’s when the moon hangs on the edge of day, so in love with the sun it allows her to overshadow night time. So we mingle during dusk. And are those questions that skate in the range of our vision? Or are they the answers mingling with our sweetest breath? Do you understand the conditions that led up to the present? Why conquests and power always seem to alarm us, but don’t surprise us. Why paths seem to make perfect sense once we’ve reached the destination and when we look back on our steps, often we forget the way the trail dust clouded our eyes and without direction we got lost. And it was well into night, but the moon provided order, and we didn’t resist because the way the light hit those particles made us realize that the answers were all around us. Or were they question?