There is much talk, perhaps you are not aware of this talk but, perhaps there are those that know more than you or I, as to our meaning in life. Are we all as an ant upon a mound of dirt? Are there those within the colony who have more meaning?
Is it just the wind upon the stars or is there more that we are not seeing or hearing? Watch your step; do you not realize you walk upon the treacherous floor of the untamed jungle? Step to the right, a crocodile awaits you, step to the left you may walk off the edge of the earth; but if we go straight what lies before us? So we stop, we cannot move, we think we know what is to the left and to the right, but the road ahead leads to uncertainty, which could be far more precarious than our other two options.
We remember, oh yeah, we can turn around and go back where we came from, we have travelled that path and we know the curves in the road. But, if we turn around we cannot move forward, we have come to quite a dilemma. We must choose our battle and choose wisely. I say unto to you, do not turn around, go to the left, go to the right, or go forward. A crocodile may not be a crocodile, but may also be far more ferocious that we at first suspect.
Riddle me into the corner and take away my wings, but you cannot hold your chains upon me. The wings are within and beyond your reach, what is now of use, shall not always be so. It is with great sorrow that I see, it is an age old story that has been told and shall always be. Ye are few and the answers I do not know. Hold strong, there will be wind upon the stars.