I have this weird problem, at times I feel I can’t contain myself. My thoughts seem to be in syncopation with my body, my soul seems to be somewhere else. I always think I got a psychological problem, because apparently people think I am too abstract, the things I say, the topics that I dwell upon, the oddities of my fascinations and the stepped-back awe in creation itself. Have you come to the revelation that life itself is unimaginable, the concept of growth, the will of survival, the desire for knowledge, the need for answers to questions that only God knows how to ask.