For I have, Dear Sir, in my moments of unwavering bliss pondered over the dark side of the moon, the paradox of absolute space, the Bermuda monstrosity, or the more localised version of the same ordeal. Ordeal? Indeed it is, Sir. For it takes away the momentary peace of the momentary adventures of this momentary life; and brings upon me the curse of incompleteness. The life so fragile, the dreams so shattered reflects themselves over my bliss bound soul and tears it apart again... forever.