exactly one hundred and seventeen seconds had passed since a thought had drifted through her head, but the image was so vivid that the idea of having a thought that could possibly drown this pristine paradise and make it seem less tangible than it already was, was not worth the risk. Paradise, like perfection is merely an ideal (to some people) that may never actually be within our grasp. It seems that these vivid images that flash periodically only give her false hope as to what lies at the end of the path. As she opened her eyes to the brightness of the sun reflecting of the water while it set slowly behind the mountains, she realized that perhaps these thoughtless images were just bits of her reality playing back to her to remind her what life is all about- chasing dreams as though they were butterflies. Once caught, observed, appreciated, let go, and on to the next amazing adventure she would go.