Life has no definition or shape. Any attempt to mold it to fit into a certain enclosure or ideal simply results in the failure of a feeble artist. In essence, all that is planned or desired ceases at some point, whether that particular point be at death or at a time less favorable. However, the more acute one becomes at realizing this truth and the more one personally experiences it, the closer one sways to understanding life itself, which is nothing more than a bridge in the dark. Thus, the amount of understanding one has about the world is directly related to the amount of losses and defeats they have known. The greater the loss, the greater and clearer the comprehension of the world around them becomes. Often we do not come to realize this ourselves because the pain of these bereavements seems to be all our own selves can handle. Regardless, underneath the blanket of pain, always, is knowledge itself. The discovery of Earth's axial tilt is an absolute reflection of human life itself, for our lives are forever titling in a variety of ways, though the failure of these lives to maintain a constant tilt like that of our planet's is what results in our ever growing understanding caused by our losses. The man who is devoured by joy through the near entirety of his existence never surpasses himself to be anything more than a seeker, or rather a blind wanderer, one who never finds what he searches for and even, in what appears to be the majority of cases, does not even have the will to search or has the will but this will is so overcome with the poisonous gratification handed to him by life that it is forgotten or lost completely. I am coming to understand the world.