"They started us on three pills a day. To make us feel happy, healty, productive. It wasn't until I started slipping them under my tounge that I realized what feeling was really about. Without pain, there is no pleasure. Without sadness, no joy. Its not that I lived in these states all the time, it's just that I understood them. Rose colored glasses were not meant to be worn to protect us from the sun, but from ourselves. Soon people began to refuse their pills, and we moved away from the land. We left our plows and homes behind. Lost though we were, something inside kept drawing us onwards; to some greater truth..."