Thoroughly to explain would be impossible, but people attempt to try anyway. They fight like trees for the sunlight and they don't seem to realize that the only way our lives are complete are without facts, but with imagination. It colors our minds as water color does, or any medium you wish, and fogs up senses to do our will but we forget and cast it into the world carelessly. We watch it float out of the holes on whales' backs but only see water. It coats are words like honey, but to us, they have no taste. The just are. They always are. Stars fall from trees, and we watch the leaves go down in Autumn, never knowing. We don't know that when we turn the corner one of those lovely falling stars could hit us in the head and we would see the world in the light of What Has Been Forgotten. Yet the possibility escapes us, but the possibilities are endless, so how could they? Remember that snow is powdered sugar and the fish have stripes made of rainbows and syrup is the love of the earth that we munch on our pancakes. Open your mind to the wonders, for surely they are out there  for us not to understand. Only for us not to understand.