In the deep dark woods the sun pierces the trees and shines down on me. The scent of dirt makes me float on the lump that is in my throat. The leaves are green and the trunks are grey the mosquitoes are biting and all's well today. This day here, this very one, is the beginning of a new day, a better, longer one. How beautiful the deep dark woods can be! How wonderful it is to see, or need not to see! That is it, I need see naught, for in the sight corruption is brought, and in the contentment of blindness comes the blissful existence of ignorance.