when we say everything is as it should be what does that mean? when we say everything is unfolding inevitably, as it is supposed to, is that simply a supposition, to make us feel better? is it a comforting illusion, or a lie of the mind? i'm ambiguous, is that nature, is it natural, is it human nature, is human nature an alternative nature in the end, is it all happening this way for some reason, to the end of ambiguity, end over end, without end, i'm spinning in ambiguity, my head, spinning in a cloud dome, there is destruction, what creation is born of this? what's new, in the end? always i get to the end because i have to go and always there is something i forgot to say. and i can never go back, can i?