As the sun rises to meet the new viewpoint of a unique day beginning you can still expect those same rays to fold over the scenery much as they have before.
When you break down the restraints that keep you thinking the same way you reveal an egg. The egg is a new beginning. This particular beginning of mine had some complex features and a very large amount of unknown.
No matter how sure we become of our own perfect recollection there always emerges a new birth of an unseen perspective.
All we know and agree is right and correct could be disproven tomorrow. So is the egg about expecting a connected perception, or never really accepting a truth to begin with?