You ever wonder about wilder things? Why are we here? What is the point of these lives we have, if what we see is all there is. You ever wonder that? Is what I see, what I can touch, what I can put my hands on, is that all there is? You ever wonder about that? You ever wonder if what you are and who you are is merely the sum total of what you do? What do you long for that usually stays quiet under the piles of obligations and to-dos and tasks but every now and then for reasons only the shadow knows leaks out and pokes ever so gently at your soul.