As I stood on the edge of the mesa, I knew that my spirit had completely divided. Out before me the desert stretched out towards the setting sun. A dark storm cloud shot lightening to the earth far off towards the east. Behind me lay the rocky mountains. I had never seen a beauty of that kind before. So much as to stretch my imagination to new realms of posibility. I suddenly feel a whip of breeze on the back of my neck. I turn to find no one. Staring up at the forests of Colorado I see the first blanket of darkness pass over the range. That was the first time I felt the conflict within myself. A tear had formed in the fabric of my being and two entirely seperate entities emerged. The first and most recognizable, childlike in manner. Dedicated to both underachievement and total self-destruction. The other knew pride, honesty, dignity and honor. From that point till the time of my demise, I know they will vie for control. As I look to the coming blackness of night, I know I will have to get off this mesa with some haste, before the darkness falls.