What happens when you learn something about yourself? Is discovery always supposed to be worth celebrating? Or is it possible that sometimes, what you learn could make everything else that already exists, more complicated.
What if what you have learned is an inconvenient revelation?
What if what you've learned doesn't actually go with your existing life? Like learning that the fresh fruit you've been feeding your children since they were wee, is actually a genetically modified organism laden with pesticides and chlorine and the risks of mass consumption of those "strawberries" outweigh the benefits.
I know, I know, buy organic.
But that's not really what I'm talking about.
Is it a violation of your own conscience to ignore your newfound knowledge?
So what if your epiphany is worse than strawberries?
What if you have to continue to live your external life unchanged despite the change within?
What happens to the soul when it has learned that it can sing again, it has remembered how to sing, but it's not supposed to sing. It's supposed to stay hushed and not make a sound.
What happens to the soul then?