The mind is like an endless forest, the trees are the main thoughts and the branches smaller thoughts relating to the main thought. You swing from tree to tree, glancing at its bark until you find one you like and the you climb to the highest point, the thinnest twig, the slippiest branch until you fall down and have to start searching again. Sometimes you fall into a hole and sink out of your thoughts into reality. For me maths thoughts are the black, shriveled trees and literacy are huge, gnarled oaks standing firm with beutiful green leaves but the dream part is best. All sorts of animals live in those trees, each one containing a different world. Maybe that is how endless forest started out as, a dream, a thought, a idea and then something real... while writing this I was absorbed in thoughts but I didn't need to think. My hands knew what to do and all my thoughts did was read it out to me. If life was a single thought, a tree or a forest wouldn't life be better...