I awoke today maddeningly close to an insight.
If I knew what it was, I'd just tell you. 
That's the thing... It feels familiar in some way.
Perhaps this flash of light will end world hunger or bring enlightenment to all.
Dreams are often these elusive hints at the vastness.
Outside of the little box called me, a universe of possibilities exists.
Possibilities of hope and despair, love and hate.
The trigger of a world war to end all of the human race,
Yet the balm of peace to forever end all conflict.
There is something terrifying about gazing over the edge of that abyss.
It is to witness one's undoing and finding one's wholeness.
Have pity on the shadow walkers that sleep through life and dreams the same.
Pity the game of the child people as they dart madly about in meaningless circles.
Pity yourself as you are one of them.
Language cannot convey the angst of knowing one's own insanity.
Sounds are not adequate for such inexorable despair.
Yet, knowing is half the battle and the war is not yet lost.
Pettiness is always lurking right behind magnanimous beatitudes. 
Clutching jealousy and envy beyond a congratulatory concession of defeat.
Vulcan's rage amidst a sincere smile that says I'm fine, thanks for asking.
Perhaps the one universal constant is our fundamental lack of consistency.
Knowing we are all slaves to neurotic neural hard-wiring,
Doomed to descend into the insanity of fight and flight.
May I have compassion and commiseration the next time I witness a fellow ranter and raver.
Let me see myself in the ramblings of the lunatic,
But most of all let the mirror of them show me me in all of my glory and debauchery.
Never let me forget that I too am frail and fraught with failing.