puzzles are hard when you cant even find the pieces to begin with, right, you sit and fimble with the little hints at your lap, you turn each one over again and again, what are you looking at, everything is right in front of you, im giving you the tools, the hints, the hats, the tints, the shades of meaning, the sight, the right, to see the pictures face, in a different fire, are you all really that short minded, that you cant even reach to those themes, all you do is sit and indulge in the broken promises of the old, always looking back, unable to see the cliffs up ahead, STOP TRYING, see those step you take first, use the tools, the picture wont be pieced together till you can understand, that i know, that which i know, that i know, what i know, you are all here, in my world, and all you see is a broken sphere, well get out of here if your so blind to the very flowers that bloom, i work so hard to show you the steps, i shall not help you no more, for you know all that which there is there to know, you figure it out.