Just as we consider things mundane in our arrogance so to do we dismiss the blatancy of the obvious. The forest for the trees and the sound that these trees may or may not make when we or anyone else is around has become our motif for managing our so called lives. Out of sight we don’t mind but once it hits close enough to home we find ourselves out of time. Then we want action, reactionary clonebots lying dormant awaiting that catalyst to set us in motion, but by then so many mixed emotions flooding our consciousness like Katrina victims we wave our white flags not in defeat but disillusioned by the rest of the world going on as we go under and was there any wonder why those that stayed behind chose to die. For all we know this may only be a dream truth be told this may never be seen and what is being said will only matter to some just as tomorrow will never come as Donny said… for all we know.