One wonders if it’s even worthwhile to think about it. What difference could it make, wondering something knowing that it will make you circle to the same point. Even the question of arguing against the things coming a full circle seems baseless. Things have no ends only useless intersections, always throwing things out out of place, making one believe as if there’s something worthwhile going on.
One wonders, one struggles and one dies. It could be as simple as that but the mind doesn’t believes. It pushes even though it’s there on the edge of the cliff. But still it never falls, always hinges back to something and then sadly that tiny winy of that hinge looks like the base of everything sustainable, though what so ever farce that could be.