Examining and looking we find answers but there is always more. Progression is always relative to before. Everything around me is in process of change. I was young yesterday and tomorrow I grow old. I see matter moving through space but what makes it go? Am I my skin or my bones? When I deny my insides what does it mean to feel? Will I have courage to find understanding, to face my fears? Tomorrow’s losses show light on today’s gains. And all this time that peace bone was in the dinosaur’s wing. - Unknown Artist