To whom it may concern,
                   Life is a journey in which experiences are many but understanding is few. I look out only to see a reflection of my inner state. Long before I started believing this I started to see the patterns. Things that other people missed. the answers to my questions started to present themselves in the most obscure and unpredictable places. Looking out preceded my meditation. Many things never made sense to me. War, hate, death, but through my inner as well as outer search I've found the answer. We are infinite beings, separate from our reality only by the perception that the matter has end, that it has form and that it is finite. the universe on the contrary feeds back to itself, only taking what it needs and never needing anything at the same time.