Summary:

I don’t know how or who thought up the majestic fantasy of love and fate. They are remarkably stupid. Not in the “Wow you’re stupid” way, but rather the complete idiocy of one’s intelligence. I’m thankful for the people who prove me wrong, but when it comes to this, I’m pretty tenacious. It would take so much for me to change my mind on this hypothesis, I’m almost quite sure it’s completely impossible. It would be like an acrid lemon, on a winter’s morning, laying on the freshly wiped kitchen countertop, with the snow outside the window blurring the constant vision. It would take the hot chocolate warming in the microwave, when I’d suddenly notice a snowflake that seemed to be misplaced. Lo and behold, the snowflake would be lying right on my glove. It would be like I had a complete scientific breakthrough, like finding a twin for that snowflake. Impossible.