It is not I who do not understand the circumstances; it is that part of me that cannot reason, that part that has no ears and no eyes, yet cries and cries and cries.
If the stupid thing had not broken while the wheels were still in motion, maybe we could have just powered-down before you pulled the plug. But that's the way it had to be done; the painful way; the only way you know...and why?
Because, once again, circumstances, things beyond reason, like birds with wings not meant for flying, and things with feet not meant for walking.
Things like these make no sense to me at all, and like you, they don't answer the question "why?"
