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My philosophy on the search for the truth is that I can be convinced. Religion, science, the
exploration of the universe, if someone's teachings are convincing then I can believe it. There are
people who suffer from a massive amount of pride in their ideas and beliefs and there is no
convincing them of another truth. They just won't accept it.

These people have this fisheye view where they think they have the answers, they think they can
see it all, but they are looking through only one perspective.

They can hear all these things, but they can't see them because they are only looking in one
direction. There was a man who said that you should be like water, taking the form of any cup you
should be poured in. An open mind is sometimes the difference between salvation and turmoil.
Satisfaction and dissatisfaction.

Chapter 16:
THINGS CREDITED TO FATE

Sometimes our dreams take place in a certain location more than once. For some of us it's a lot
more than once, some of us may even have dreams in that certain location every month or every
year. The location might be an old house, a place you used to play as a child, the place where you
met your best friend or your one true love. This place just keeps coming back to you in your
dreams almost as if it were trying to tell you something.

While the location remains the same, we don't usually dream about the same thing. Details, plots,
people, these properties of the dreams often change. I'd like to say the location never changes
because we think it will always look the way it looks in our minds when we think about it.

Even after years have passed and we've moved on from that place, when we think about it and try
to remember it, when we try to think of what it may look like now, all we can remember is the way
it looked when we left it.

There is this dream I have often where I'm in the military and I am traveling along with a few other
soldiers in this deserted area. There are small rundown buildings and a dirt path for vehicle travel.
In one variation of the dream we are all riding in a vehicle. I'm in the passenger's seat, there is a
man in the driver's seat, and then there is a big open space in the back for the other soldiers to sit in.

I look down at my dog tags, and they are blank. I look at the driver's dog tags, it reads "Max
Harper." Behind me, to the left, there is a metal window slider, I pull it up and I can see the other
soldiers in the back, playing cards.

Max Harper stops the vehicle and he points towards my window. I look in the direction that he is
pointing and I see this sort of glorified mailbox, I have no idea what it is. Max Harper tells me to
roll down my window and throw a grenade inside of it, so that the enemy can't use it anymore. I
grab one of my grenades but I fumble with it and then it gets unclipped. The grenade is live.

It falls down to my feet, but I quickly recover it. Now I'm trying to roll my window down, but the
damn thing is stuck. I try harder, but the time is ticking away. I start banging on the glass, but it