Thoughts That Won'T Go Away

In retrospect you can never make sense as to why it happens. A minute late sets a sequence loose towards some catastrophic event, or if you miss a step taken to complete a simple task, you'll begin to fall apart. So much seems to pivot on the perfect execution of such trite things. Nothing is exempt. And then there is the countless tributaries drawn to represent each critical point along the course of a single life, or worse, the universe with its almost infinite intersects of chance webbed across time and space back to its beginning. All appear to be intricately linked, wired into the locked rulebook of a sinister, cosmic game. Such thoughts overwhelm and paralyze the brain. Each movement made, each calibrated ritual bring into question just what's at stake, what harm will be unleashed if you get it wrong. This is replayed again and again as if to multiply the sum. In the prison of your regimented days, you keep counting minutiae and the spinning chamber of an imaginary gun. You just want a reset to zero.