As I wander aimlessly through the thicket with nothing particular on my mind, my thoughts stray aimlessly through the numerous cobwebs in my mind. Sifting through years of dust I find rich detail blurred by years of conforming and submitting to stereotyping.

I seat myself on a log provided so kindly by the forest for the weary traveler. Exploring the rotting bark, peeling back sections, I discover the dead wood to be teeming with life. Miniscule insects scatter, seeking shelter, some spread their wings and take flight others rush for cover.

Feeling that my presence is not wanted I rise and continue. For a considerable time I do not encounter any other life and the solitude is overpowering, yet uplifting. I begin the trek through my mind once again exploring the reaches I find the part of me untouched by others the few remnants of me in myself. The rest is corrupted by the norms that shackle me to life.

All of a sudden I am surrounded by hundreds of butterflies, most drab and with little variety, others with striking features in a myriad of vibrant colours. Yet in such indisputably picturesque conditions I am unable to draw my mind from the envelope of morbid thoughts it is engrossed in. Death hovers ominously in my thoughts, thoughts however that are my own not taught by my peers, frowned upon by my seniors. I am an adolescent again surrounded by my pure reason.

In the distance the shrill whine of a chainsaw is heard. The trunk of the tree can be heard quivering, protesting voluably against the forces that seek to bring its canopy to the ground. The trunk quivers with ever increasing ferocity and begins to groan as it succumbs to gravity. With a loud shreik it comes thundering down to the ground. Animals run from the carcasse fearing for their lives.

As the tree is felled numerous others collapse too, the forest once resisting mans advance has fallen and with it the last front in mans war with nature.

As night draws its opaque cloak of perfect unpolluted black over the surface of the planet the last barriers in societys mental takeover are felled. The few who held out have collapsed. This is one night we shall not wake from.

When the music's over turn out the lights.

Its sad but true that everyday thousands of minds are roped in to so called society. We are slowly losing the ability of free thought thanks to commercialisation of everythin of everything including emotions we are losing ourselves too. By losing the capacity for thought we cease to evolve as our next change is mental not physical. By ceasing to evolve we offer the resistance of a twig in a stream. We will drown.

If we don't kill ourselves first nature will. God is not going to save any one, figments of our imagination cannot help us. It is for us to wake up.