Magic Eye

I'm starting to believe that life is just like Magic Eye.  Well, actually life is more like you being put in a locked room, with a chair one light, and a Magic Eye book.  So you walk up to it, and you sit in the chair and pick up this book.  Now, you are presented with this picture.  This picture is kind of chaotic; there isn't much sense being made.  The colors and shapes do not form into any object you have seen before. And you spend your time just sitting and staring at this picture that makes absolutely no sense to you, trying to figure it out.  You look at it every which way possible. I mean, you think, how many different ways can you look at a picture before you see something? Because right now, everything is simply a mess.

And then the most crazy thing happens.  You're looking at a minute detail in the picture (that you realize means nothing), and so you think to try getting a wider view.  And as you pull the picture away from the close-proximity of your face, something moves.  Then, as you get a wider view of the situation, everything becomes completely clear.  Seemingly out of nowhere!

And now you realize you've been staring at a picture of the chair you're sitting in, but instead of you, there is simply a skeleton. Holding a book.  Never to move again.  Then you're not so sure you wanted to know in the first place.