He came back different, he has lost something along the way. He is here because he is here. The purpose is in the asking. He starts to remember, to believe that events are not random. Everything is caused by something that preceded it, causes and effects on an infinite scale. You are seldom in a place to be able to see it all, but everything counts for something. Tread lightly in the dark; you do not know which shadows may be deeper, may lead off into strange places. But aren't all places strange? Yes, when you are not used to them. But from the earliest days, we were dancing in the shadows. They why be so cautious? Because we are not ready. We do not remember how. No, I've been ready all this time. I was ready from the first time. I know it doesn't exist, but still- You think you'll be... I know I'll be... Perfect. Snap out of it, keep it together. Don't fall from your story. Tell me, are we here just to remember ourselves and then move on for other spaces, leaving a blank spot for others to do the same? Slipping in between thoughts, in between times, I suppose it's what we call 'memory.' How can we move on? The scars don’t fade as quickly as we might think. You can forget, but can you accept? There is danger in the shadows, the space between the definites. There is fear. But there is also potential. Maybe we all start to see. Maybe there is more. Maybe there is hope?