For just a moment, no longer than two minutes, you have a brief moment of lucidity; you see the world as atoms, and atoms as ever smaller particles, as dances in a medium of space-time; you see the purpose, and that purpose is no less than to be seen. | You begin to understand in that small moment, and as it fades, this understanding fades to appreciation, then mild interest, until you have returned to your prior state of confusion, darkness; until you are once more incomplete, grasping at the wisps of lucidity lest the tumult drag you back to the turmoil brought on by the clashing of foggy minds in an unclear world, managed and experienced by blind men who themselves have stopped grasping at those wisps of lucidity years ago. | You cannot return to this prior state, for you know that it is the surest path to death.