I'm momentarily back to write, or repeat, that things aren't as they seem.
We always want to create linear narratives to give sense to our lives; and for the most part, we're successful in creating these fictions that create a sense of destiny or fate-- that we're moving toward where we're supposed to be. But, a nagging feeling persists that where we are is not where we are and perhaps who we are is not who we are. When we tell our stories we necessarily fictionalize, draw connections where none exist, to produce meaning, or to give meaning. Sometimes, however, there is no meaning to what we do, or what's been done, though it remains important to invest some illusory meaning for the sake of sanity.