...You can't hear it through this
letter, but I have been hearing a creaking sound that was hard to place.
I am hearing it right now, stronger than the norm probably due to the
complete silence in the room.  The only sound I hear is that disturbing
creaking.  I asked my friend (who I share a room with) what the painful
sound was.  She said that she couldn't hear anything and that it was all
in my head.  Suddenly I realized that the sound was indeed in my head.
Not as in the form of imagination or thought, but different.  Different
in a way that I must explain, not so you understand, but so I can
evaluate it myself.

Every human body contains many nerves.  These nerves branch out all over
your body, but there is one location where every single nerve (if you
trace them in a direction opposite the branching) joins together.  It's
called the brain, and the human brain is actually somewhat like a tree.
For example, let's say that a storm strikes a tree.  There may be some
windy points, and the branches of the tree may even sway from time to
time.  Storms always pass, however.  When this happens, the branches
return to normality as it was before the storm.  If this tree were to
receive many storms simultaneously, then the tree might sway from the
entire trunk as well as the branches.  If it continues the usual result
is a broken branch.  The branch falls to the ground and is never again
part of that tree.  The tree will lose a part of itself and never get it
back, although new branches will form with time that are meant to be
nothing more than shoddy substitutes for something that cannot be replaced.

Unfortunately, the human brain is not completely like a tree per se,
rather it is not as naive.  A tree can continue with it's happy life
without the lost branch, perfectly content with whatever ragged branches
it has left.  It never yearns for branches that were once perfection by
all standards, and cannot distinguish between those which it once had
and those which it has now.  A human brain can recall with admiration
the strong, bold and withstanding nerves that had once branched out with
beautiful foliage.  When it loses one of these branches in a storm, it
cannot replace the branch as the tree does.  Instead it hopelessly
wishes for the branch to regrow and that by doing so it might replenish
itself infinitely so as to always ensure perfection.  It wishes that the
broken limbs it once nurtured would not have allowed it to take them for
granted, and it wishes that the shattered and splintered fragments that
remain would at least go away, so as to not remind it of the breaking
that has forever scarred it.

That is what the creaking sound is.
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