They say that the mind is the most powerful thing. The most constructive... the most destructive. The most complicated, misunderstood thing. Man will never be able to fully comprehend the will and force contained inside the billion cells bundled together, connected by synapses to tens of thousands of neurons. All made for the one function. They all seem so similar, like rows of tins. Every single one with the same composition and programmed to 'perfection'. Yet we can't control these responses, these instincts. Trying to solve these mysteries is running through a dark maze of towering walls and looming shadows, casting over the line of insanity. Maybe that's the way it should be. Always. But I guess my pondering thoughts will remain unanswered, buried like a coffin. Soon to be forgotten. Let the world's greatest psychologists conjure up countless concepts of the inner depths of the mind. No evidence to back it up will ever be found, nor to prove it wrong. But I suppose that's the whole point of a theory, a myth, a legend; To never be answered, just these beliefs, ideas, urges. An attempt to still your childish play. I like to think that it is this type of hope, this will that has kept our species alive this long. If we ever discover the reality of what happens inside our minds, the world as we know it would most certainly collapse. You name it: breakdown of societies, streets raging with riots and crime, the undertone of death. This world is not one that should be lived in... No, not living. It should be called surviving. Surviving in a world filled with torture, with every breath fearing everything and everyone around you. Walking through crowded streets, glimpsing round, contemplating who are the murders, the rapists, but also the likely heroes. Power leads to their corruption. But maybe you'd be happy to die, either naturally or brutally. Maybe the satisfaction of the freedom from the chaos, the pain is what drives people to the brink. Freeing the soul from the world, departing to an unknown elysium. Sometimes I stand here, in this street flowing with citizens, and look to the great heights above. I want to reach out my hand and submerge myself into that deep blue upon blue upon blue until I disappear into nothing. But really that's just my thoughts of what the mind is capable of. Hopefully this doesn't happen in your lifetime. And if it does, may you be a soul watching from above. I hope you are that lucky.