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A crash is heard across the wood
It shakes and stirs all there that's good
Sounds of rage fill the cold, damp air
The grip of Silence begins to tear


The source at hand we see Great Beasts
Their heads rise high to meet the trees
Their eyes are locked with infinite hate
That the death of the other will only abate


They rise back for a moment then dive ahead
Their collision so forceful it stains the snow red
Their mingling blood melts the bitter morning frost
Yet still they battle on, none of their spirit is lost


Ten times or more they bash their skulls
Their Antlers now shattered, broken, and dull
They muster their strength, their spirit in tow
For each know it will take only one more blow


They collide with such force that both are broken
Their spines compacted and their skulls cracked open
Death's convulsions grip them as they lie in the snow
Yet now their souls will Battle Eternal, wherever they may go

An errant neuron misfires creating the smallest seed of a new thought in an environment not wholly tangible. An excess of a certain chemical, or perhaps the scarcity of another is the cause to this strange occurrence; a mental accident that was neither planned for nor expected. In the next moment an even more astonishing event takes place. This illegitimate mental infant we have just seen birthed from nothingness, instead of being destroyed for the monster that it is, is taken notice of and kept for some unknown reason in this endless depth of chaos that is the mind.

Now free to grow and mature, this product of randomness begins to feed. With nothing and no one to hold it at bay, it roams the endless depths, ever curious, in search of things it finds flavorsome. Within only a short time, this former infant has now become much more prominent. By taking bits and pieces from numerous areas of the psyche, seemingly at random, the new emergent finds that it can fit these pieces it has collected into a significant form; one that has meaning and importance.

Now everyone is attentive. It seems that this inexperienced newcomer, with its errant ways of random action and lack of purpose, has pieced something together that the well-oiled machines of the mind have never been able to see before. All of the pieces were accessible, yet for some reason this beautiful collaboration was never before visible. What a marvel this prodigy child has become!

A very important verdict must now be reached. What should be done with this wonder? All have made their decisions. This phenomenon will be called Epiphany. It will be given to the highest order, the Conscious, and much celebration will be had in its name.