Clockwork

Often I like to think about, how and why rather then just the end of something happening, my mind often wonders into the unknown conspiracies of this strange world in which we occupy, things such as religion, life cycles, how the earth became, etc, etc. You get my point, I guess I analyse things and evaluate them, maybe to much, maybe sometimes not enough, maybe I should just let things slid. But wheres the fun in that? I believe everything always happens for a reason, even though that reason may not relate directly to the occurrence anyway, its still for a reason, of some sort.

Oh I hate uncertainties to.

The end always justifies the means.