There are times that the mind ponders what the soul sees. It is usually in the moments of solitude that one can hear the other, thus prompting the reflection that occurs. Feebly attempting to interfere with the flow that comes from without, other parts of our psyche try to interject themselves between the two. Instead of succeeding, they simply appear as lost bits of life, cast away from the whole and into the darkness. Most of what we think we don’t see during the day can easily be captured by our senses and mind, guaranteeing that nothing will be missed.