The details of a life are unconnected things all randomized details - a chaos, so it seems. And how did now arrive and where’s the reason why? Do explanations hide among the simple or among the smallest if the Boolean detours becoming seismic shift when multiplied by time?
The patterns of a life are only seen from distance, from the vantage of great height and maybe someday I’ll know what it means when I have passed beyond the veil of light no longer lost in all the might-have-beens with everything revealed to deeper sight. Beyond the yesterdays, beyond tomorrows beyond regret, beyond all hope or sorrow.