Flabbergasted, non-cognoscente, bewildered at the actuality of emptiness in such a used forum of energy and occupancy.... Formulas change, approaches fluctuate, and yet the results are overwhelmingly reminiscent of those past... Self guilt ensues and a mass overload of tattered walls spring up in defense, some frail soldiers are placed at the gates entrance.... Closed but always open to trying, contradiction... Ones full effort is given at first sight of what may be a chance at the true feeling of comradeship.... Nails in the tire... Some burst... Some slowly drain until they're flat... Inconclusively a solution is made... Force not what you can't control... The heart...