A little neglect may breed mischief;
for want of a nail the shoe was lost;
for want of a shoe the horse was lost;
for want of a horse the rider was lost;
for want of the rider the battle was lost...
The wheels of the world keep spinning. Sometimes you're caught in the middle, sometimes you're flung to the edge. In the midst of the chaos there is order; when all is lost, too much is found. Method will be found in madness; confusion found in pattern. To comprehend would be incomprehensible; misunderstanding, understandable.
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