One remembers the good points of lifebut what of the bad ones?are they still hidden in the minddo they float slowly through dreamsfly past the eyelids when one blinksdo they cover the sun with a black sheildyet each silver lining has this black cloudthat dark cloud, the thing a human so wishes to hidethe old hurt that helped the joyand now as a boy reminisesthere is no dark cloudthere is no silver liningso without one there is no othereach is a point of lifea sting of fabric creating the worldso as you look upon your lifethe wrong influenced the rightthe right changed the wrongthe cloud is gonethe silver is Diminishedeach act one takes completes the cyclenow take the fiction of silver away from the worldwhat do we get?ChaosDestructionsPerfect Order?Kill The Optimist...