Life is funny. You get twisted and bent and created and recreated and destroyed promptly afterwards. You learn and forget, relearn and remember to forget again. You fight God so that he’ll give you his job when you don’t really want it, but you keep telling yourself you’re bigger and better and faster than what He’s doing. And you take it over. Ambling along. And then you realize you only took over what you were given anyway. The best laid plans of mice and men, after all.