Transcending from above it floats like a feather to fall gracefully upon open minds. It is an idea, a seed of knowledge, which a willing mind may use to open the doors to new thoughts and conceptions. You fall back into darkness amid the lights. They glisten above like exploding angels of light. They fill your vision until all you can see is light and dark. And in that perfect time of separation you are able to determine your conviction. You divide them on either side of the fence of reality. Then like a shepherd you play your flute and put them to sleep. Sleeping ideals are no harm to anyone, and with that thought the shepherd smiles as he goes to seek the wolf.