I don't listen to the voices of authority but I know they have to listen to mine. If they claim they don't hear me I know they are lying. They are hanging on my every single word.

I listen to the sound of possibilities. A possibility sounds something like a diverse assortment of different things. The noise things make brings me to a place of enjoyment and takes me back to a time when things seemed much more cut and dry. Today things seem much more complicated and confusing.The sounds of things from my childhood can make me feel like things have regressed back to the time of ease of thought and less chaotic beliefs of the world and it's current state. To forget all that I have learned would bring me to a state of simplistic existence but alas my knowledge is permanent and will remain for all of my days. To forget would bring bliss but also an ignorance of extremity that could only cause bewilderment. To be bewildered is to be confused or uncertain and this is best to be avoided. If you wish to avoid confusion look for the answers to all that leaves you with a curiosity of appeal and a question of complexity. There is no way you could ever solve all thee agonizing questions that plague your own mind. This alone can bring extreme mental unrest and will cause some people to constantly search for the answers throughout their entire life.

Once upon a time in  dark forest lived a King. The King of the dark forest. He was a good King but he liked things very dark. One day things got so dark the humble people could not see. They begged the King to return light to the forest however he would not. In despair the people called upon the one person they thought could overthrow the King and return the light. The humble merchant named Merchant. Being a merchant Merchant's life depended on the light so he knew what he had to do. He grabbed his trusty sword and headed off in the direction of the Kings castle. Once he came upon the castle he scaled the 160 foot wall and silently sneaked into the kings quarters. "Yes" yelled the King as he spotted Merchant lunging towards him. "Restore all the light." Yelled Merchant. "Never" said the King of the dark forest. "Then I will behead you" yelled Merchant. "Behead me indeed" yelled the King. Once Merchant had the Kings head cut off all light returned. The moral of this story is don't get burned.