A place where you'd be able to exist, be yourself and not only enjoy your stay, but contribute to it with more then just you being a bystander. A wondrous place, filled with the bizarre and mundane, the complex and simplistic, a truly wondrous place to live in right? All that but one thing still not found: satisfaction.

You should know when and where you draw the line, who's in charge of who, how so, why you agreed to things being this way in the first place, whether you agreed in the first place at all, as man tends to think in ways it seems or feels and not the way it is. One can make an agreement and not fulfill the agreement, just like that. Normality requires effort at a larger scale. Frameworks are put into place because they simplify processes, not because its an underlying law of nature. You're to question, to disagree, when you do. You should understand when to wait, to listen and hear. Words can mean many things, the opposite, something else, so only words are not enough. Not enough for what?

Some take action. Some isolate. Some neglect. Some ignore. Some enjoy and some not anymore. You've seen this.

Is the whole greater than the sum of its parts? Lets take a look. We see a bird of prey, waiting to strike. The bird of prey is patient and waits for the right moment, though the moment will present itself by it's presence (the right moment is a folly thing to wait for, but man can create it). The sparrows have noticed it, the danger luring. They know instinctively they cannot win as individuals. The presence of the bird of prey disrupts the peaceful and hypnotizing flight patterns the sparrows had before... now they panic. A group of sparrows goes on the way they were, the perfect target and they also weaken their numbers. The frantic flying presents a weakened little sparrow to the hunter.

Nature might suggest the bird of prey take the little weak bird.

Nature might suggest the way things are is the way things will always be.

But nature shows us the world is ever changing.

And nature shows us that not only the strongest survive. Not even the strongest will, will.

Survival, a constant effort. The bird of prey needs their target. Or they'll die hungry. It needs the weaker and unlucky, to survive. Predators often do. But it's easy to feel compassionate towards the bird of prey, they need it to survive... the bird of prey also keeps balance in the ecosystem maybe. So one bird of prey shouldn't hurt. Its a beautiful bird. But it seems to kill just to kill, not to survive, the bird of prey is hunting for sports. Its living and thriving while you fight day after day to survive. Imagine you are the sparrow, would you accept you to become someone else's meal? It could also be another bird in your murmuration that becomes a target, sure, that wouldn't be as bad as it being me right? That way we're all wishing onto another sparrow, a swift end and demise.

The flock that branched off you despise. They heightened your chances of becoming prey. But you were already, if you'll go on this way.

Light found a way through the clouded sky.

So a realization comes to mind, we fend off the danger and keep our peace? While the birds branched off carry your old idea, you continue flight with the desire to fight. You're not gonna take it, anymore. Wouldn't it be good if your murmuration unites into a large chew, confronting the predator head on, scaring it off or getting rid of it?

The other sparrows murmur on, they don't have your heart. They'll choose to be prey, the choice is theirs and it be as it may. The shadow the bird of prey casts, it was never large, the clouded weather darkness create.

The confrontation awaits. Who's the bird of prey? Someone who's in the position to exploit the very powers that position holds. Someone who can hunt more than is necessary, just because.

You can argue it's the bird of prey who causes harm, and praise his shadow. You could blame the other birds for not fighting. You can blame all and everything. You can blame the weak. Who's weak? You can blame whoever you desire, with or without sound reasoning and fact. But blame comes down to words. And words, they don't suffice. Words and letters, little ink blots and splatters.

You can see. There's more than meets your eye, or is there?

Incoherent text, or food for thought? Incoherent society, or food for thought?

Some think. Some take action. Some are sloppy. Some, they perfect. Some do much. Some do little.

And just little can sometimes do.