*takes your hand, and flies up towards the sun, fast* *right before the sun blinds you...* Look down delta. Look at the world. It's not this beautiful when you're in it. When shit hits the fan, when your loved ones die, when you lose everything, it remains as beautiful as you see it now. *lets go of your hand, u begin to spiral down to your death* But, if you loose focus and only see death and evil, you loose sight of the beauty that has always and will always exist. *catches up to you and grabs your hand again* So what's it gonna be delta? Living in hell? Or living where you are: here. *continues to fly, and you notice the splendor of nature*