Her Smile, I'm Sure, Burnt Rome To

I Will Walk Heavy, And I Will Walk Strange.

Explanation Is Not Half As Strong As Experience But Experience Is Not Half As Strong As Experience And Understanding

Stories Heard But Not Recalled. Letters Too. Words Filling My Head. Fragmenting Like Artillery Shells. Shrapnel, Like Syllables, Flying Everywhere. Terrible Syllables. Sharp Cracked. Traveling At Murderous Speed. Tearing Through It All In A Very, Very Bad Inreparable Way.

Tom Gets By, Navidson Succeeds. Tom Just Wants To Be, Navidson Must Become. And Yet Despite Such Obvious Differences, Anyone Who Looks Past Tom's Wide Grin And Considers His Eyes Will Find Surprisingly Deep Pools Of Sorrow. Which Is How We Know They Are Brothers, Because Like Tom, Navidson's Eyes Share The Same Water.

Not All Complex Problems Have Easy Solutions; So Says Science (so Warns Science.)