There are many questions in our lives. There are the big questions, which have answers based simply on faith, questions of the future, our existance, religion, all of which have no definitive answer. Our lives also occupy us with the simple questions. Questions that are answerable, based on our minds own experience. They too though, are never capable of a definitive "right" answer, for there is no actual reality. Only one's preception of it. Every answer to life's questions, big, small, simple or complex, are answered on a limb. Some limbs, may be considered larger or sturdier than another, but in the end they all can break. Wether someone takes a saw to it, or the limb is simply, beefed up, not really all one thought it would be. Instead it may be weak, old, or overstayed. Our minds, can, and will change, about many things throughout our lives. But we cannot be afraid to leap from branch to branch, to find what we truly believe is right in the world or beyond. In response to the question of our beginning, our end, and everything in between. Everyone seems to want one thing, and that one thing is an explanation. An explanation to it all. "Why are we here?", "How did we get here?", "Where will we go?". Each question has an answer, if there were no answer, there would be no question. The question is present, but the answer is unreachable. We as humans, carry the power of our frontal lobe. The power to analyze, to think and rethink, to formulate an answer critically. Because of this, we rely on any sort of evidence to make a decision. For each of these questions, there can be no evidence. Just ideas, passed on from one to knowledge seeker to another. In any idea presented, there is always one or more notable flaws. In this forest of knowledge, branches appear slick. Knowledge seekers seem to be swinging from limb to limb, like a monkey, lost, fearing for it's life. Looking for something, anything. Sometimes, even looking for an escape, a way out of the hellish nightmare. Every branch we find ourselves swinging on, seems so perfect, so right, so suitable for our life. Suitable to be our answer. But as perfect as each appears, each branch is haunted by potential, lingering almost inevitable evil. Ying and Yang. With the perfection each branch portrays there will be some sort of black, ill substance. This substance can be represented as a lumberjack wandering the forest floor. A lumberjack, was once a monkey, a monkey that decided his branch is no longer an idea, but is instead an answer. The lumberjacks, cut through the forest, leaving a wake of dying ideas, falling branches. Sometimes, the branches' inhabitants, choose to defend their idea/answer. "Belief is a beautiful armor, but makes for the heaviest sword." It's great to defend your answer, an idea, to fight for what you believe in. But in the end, there can never be a true winner. Wether it be a small lumberjack, fighting Paul Bunyen, in the end, there are no real winners. In the real world, when lifes lumberjacks face off, some make the "ultimate sacrafice". Which is, honorable to those resting on the limb. But in the end, the outcome will always be the same, two sides, two arguements, each with their noteable flaws, believing their branch is the safest. Eliminate the lumberjacks. No longer shall we search for an answer. Instead, embrace all ideas as a potential truth. We should open our minds, continue to swing, from branch to branch, allow people to wander the ground and rustle the branches, but never should a tree come down. Never should someone pay to defend a belief with their life.