The human condition itself is not something definable except for the small glimpse of reactive emotion one might observe. To piece those moments together, however, is the hopeless job of the narrative for no two people might understand those displays in the same way. It is as impossible for me to solve such a riddle as it is inevitable that I try thus I will be stuck in the same unending loop. It is my blessing for certainly my reality promises to be an interesting one if not a world whole based in fact; however,I am possessed by an urge for comprehension that will never be fulfilled. It is this haunting desire that consumes my identity and demands that I write.