I wonder what that was

Nonsense wrapped in a vacuum, filtered through the wooden clogs that somebody I used to work with wore. Don't know why he did that, but I do recall that he was a real, honest-to-God rocket scientist. Life works like that sometimes, the random little things combining and conspiring to create reality. And the road -- one moment at a time -- seems both endless and non-existent, and the answer to the question "why?" may never be had.

That's the way it is. Or that's what I hear, anyway, and the possibility that one can change all of that is still there, since if it's not possible we'll never know. We'll just keep trying.