Well...I keep trying to figure it out. I do you know. Is it the magma in the caldera of a volcano, the spin of a hurricane, the glint of stars on a winter evening when you can see your own breath and search your soul in the fallen snow? I'd be lying, truth be told, if I said I had the answer. Maybe someone does, yet I don't know their name and I don't know mine. Maybe it's just the wind and red eyes.