You are back in the place of pain, Wesley Jackson. We are all back in the place of pain. Because the pain cannot be buried and forgotten. The pain cannot remain in the past or hidden beneath the soil. That which is buried is not gone. That which is planted will grow. There is a weed that thrives upon neglect, and flourishes in darkness. Unintended, it becomes a tree of night. And its boughs sag, beneath the unbearable weight of what it has brought forth.