All my life I've joked that everything would be revealed right at the end. At least as far back as I can remember. Now I worry that I've been right. Everything seems so clear now, so simple. Makes me wonder if the grand finale might be just over this next hill.
Funny thing is it all seems pretty simple. Maybe we have to create mysteries and patterns to justify our existence. I'm pretty sure it's really just a little biology and a little physics with a dash of rock'n'roll. Romance and poetry are merely some of the finer condiments.