Sometimes life can be one big stage show, and the director, being God, seems to direct his players around without them really realising that they're being directed to do this, and this, that, and that; regardless of how much we think fate and destiny lies in our hands. Literally, perhaps, the two do lie in our hands, in the lines of fate and destiny that wrinkle the surfaces of both our palms.

We make mistakes, and we bump into people that we least expect to bump. We hold conversations with them and from them, you resource a bundle of information; not necessary information you're wanting to hear, but information all the same. And knowledge, is gold, regardless of whether you want it or not, whether you like it or not.

Anyway, I bumped into this person, unexpectedly because of what I did unknowingly before. The emotions I felt were unpleasant at first, now its a bundle of mixed confusion and relief. Its like in a Chinese opera show, you know? The players wear thick make up to hide our true faces from the audience, but as you go on performing, the audience gets to know you anyway, and you become more and more famous, whether you like it or not. That's the feeling after the conversation with the fella for some time about issues that we both were, in some way, knowledgeable about. Our little chat got cut off because the electricity died out on my and I decided to switch off my comp (my comp has a external batt pack that allows it to run for 15 minutes more in the event of a black out). So far, I still haven't decided whether the black out was a good thing, or a bad thing.

I wonder what's going on in this person's mind now. What are the effects, nuclear effects, if you may, of that long chat I had with him? What's going to happen after this? Is he trustable? Or not? Or what was the purpose of God making us bump into each other in that way?

Oh boy. Life. All the world's a stage, and all the men and women, merely Players. Shakespeare did say that we have seven acts each, so which one am I in now? Huh? Darn!

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