We are not to blame. Nothing is within our grasp. It all goes on and on, an infinite ballet with everyone unknowingly dancing to the same tune. We dance, and yet, we feel. Isn't it a cruel fate? There are no choices, no decisions, only the dance. Only the flow, only the ride. Why then, do we feel? Why then, must we struggle day to day, hour to hour? We deserve no suffering nor pleasure, but embrace the pleasant moments of the flow if you're fortunate enough to stumble into them, and pray that your river doesn't drift you into the darkness. There are many fates worse than death.