IC 2

I now begin again my attempt to tell the story of my epic quest to find something of true importance in a world which appeared to me in shades of gray. Where in everything else I had done and probably will do I could fall back to lies and feigned enthusiasm, I must here actually be enthusiastic, actually care, actually see something in bright colors, or at least a more defined black and white. As I recounted in the first installment of this epic tale, I finally approached an idea, a concept, that I could see in color, that actually had made a difference in my altogether too short life-span, something that may actually matter to me. This was a revelation, an epiphany of sorts. I was amazed that something so fundamental, something I had for many years taken for granted, could actually, upon further consideration, become to me something of great importance. The idea was fuzzy, amorphous, but slowly taking shape as I contemplated it further. Could I really return to Sycamore, force my mind back into patterns which it had been trying to escape for so long? Could I make myself do what I had hoped never to be required to do again? Yes, I decided, I would take up the challenge for honor's sake.