When I was little, I was taught by the sandman. He taught me how the proper way to dream; head in the clouds, feet on the ground. When I was older I was taught by a wise man how to understand. I took his knowledge, and I used it to navigate life. As an adult, I cut down a tree to please my love. She was thankful for the tree in which I had murdered. I loved her, and she loved me. In our child I passed down how to dream and how to understand. Except he understood how to understand, making him omniscient. It drove him to death my madness. His death had drove my love to death by sadness. I was the only one who came out in one piece. It was that day in which I truly learned how to understand. So I ask you. Would you rather be able to see everything, or understand everything.