We all think we are masters of our fates, except for the occasional lazy sophist, but the world has this way of throwing up things that makes everything that we have done seem farcical and stupid.

We are confident that our intellects must be worth something, that if we try hard enough, we can sort things out, although all we are doing is running around in circles, and without even knowing it at that.

And sometimes, things happen in such a way that leaves you reeling, something which i can, unfortunately, testify to.

And, after all these, we still believe that thinking can get us out of the rut it has gotten us into in the first place.

Even though all i am mostly thinking about is you.