The physician spent an unnecessary amount of time observing me, and touching me in places I would rather not be touched. By which I mean my eyes and inner ear. Get your mind out of the gutter. Anyway, he has determined there is nothing at fault with my sanity, though I should try to relax myself a bit, as placing any more stress upon myself might well have an adverse effect on my sanity. Stress. That physician has no idea what he's talking. I'm no more stressed than any other pony in employ of his majesty. It's a occupational hazard, after all. To be closely related with the king is to be put on the block as a potential target, whether as to act as a warning or to harm the king emotionally. But I digress.
Rain has apparently been pondering how I could discover what we are made of as furiously as I have. She hasn't thought of anything too profound, but she did provide me with a magnification glass. She says it might be of use, though for what, she isn't sure. Hmm. . . I just had an idea. But it will involve further study into the workings of the eye. Such a painstaking process, this research.