Autonomous and out of control  

Blessed with a soul, cursed with a mind, we struggle to find solace in this abstract design. Born the same as we die like roots in the forest, unseen but barely a lie. One might say we exist with meaning, a purpose, a sense of direction. Yet without the blueprint of those before us we wander aimlessly without the aid of deception. For these trees do not know their lives are at the mercy of the rules, each day spent reaching for the sun, each night dancing under the moon. Unknown to them are the reasons of why they must grow, how long to hold on to their seed and when to let go. So different we are from the world around us, detached and misled, driven by the feelings of our hearts, dominated from within our heads. Are we so different that we cannot coexist, like the trees and earth uninhibited with reason. Blessed with a soul, ignorant of the mind, within this design lie the roots that nurture true bliss...