I had always been a tad off beat, a little backwards reading most books, and articles from back to front to know the outcome before the cause. I wanted to feel safe in knowing that what I was spending my time reading, and learning was really worth my energy. I think it was a sort of safety mechanism. “What happens if I read this, and by the end what I have learned gets me nowhere?” “If I get nothing from this what was the point?” So after moving to New York City a year, and some months ago now, I have taken on more of an iridescent view on life, really seeing there is more than meets thee eye to the outcome of anything, and that there is more to be learned in the cause. I look back thinking how ignorant it really was of me to think of receiving an outcome before a cause, how could I really enjoy the fruits with out the labor anyway? It’s a sobering beauty, life and it’s lessons being able to get through the scrambled, the erratic, the deranged, and the delirious. Letting the dust settle to see, and most importantly feel the difference, and knowing the importance to its reason. What a relief huh? Discipline, and a little ingenuity pay off! Metaphorically speaking the outcome of the books we read we may not enjoy, we may not appreciate, and we may not agree with, but the cause from page one into the final chapter tell tale to how we arrived there, and that my friends is most important. When latter days come, and life does it’s circular motion it will always do the same synopsis will show it’s pages, and it is our job to not take our lessons in vein, but the second time around to make a rational, intelligent decision with ALL the information… And so life becomes an intuitive read… Metaphorically Speaking