It's odd, I remember a time when my mate had died, and I'd come close, and I was just walking down the street when I was struck by how amazing everything was, the trees, the clouds, my hand, everything just seemed to radiate an energy, to be so awesome. And yet with the problems and issues we go through, to then turn around and say "ooh look! A tree!" just seems to make no sense. So I've just come to the conclusion that things just don't have to make any sense, that's the way life is I guess.