I release and let it all out. It flows out like a lava flow, slow and thick and oozing down the slopes of my mind, making people run with fear, while some stand with curiosity. I can feel it pouring out of my head, releasing the pressure built up inside. I look around at the green leaves and brilliant yellow sun, and it all sinks back in, but gently this time. This time I have a need for the knowledge I have found. This is what we are here for; this is why we were created. The beauty around me is unmatchable by man. I stare, solidly, at a simple flower. The hundreds of small yellow petals, like tiny fingers reaching for the sun, shine brightly in the golden light from the heavens. Tiny specks of pollen dust my fingers, and I think of how this hay colored powder has fulfilled the lives of hundreds of bees, creations of the Lord above. The green stem pokes from below the flower petals like a dagger, ready to relentlessly search for whomever plucks this delicate plant from the ground. The exquisiteness of the world around me astounds me to a point of speechlessness, and I am now ready to give up my fighting search for joy and gratification.
