Some how, in many different ways, that feeling has some say in what happens in the world.
Most times it is hard to describe Alexander, but when it comes to knowing - with no change nor hope for any appeal, the feeling takes hold of what he calls real. No more can he sit and wonder because wonder and chance cower at the notion of knowledge.
Sure people change and hope and grow and long and plan and aspire and count on and promise, but these concepts are just as miraculously produced as are these letters from my mind, into my finger tips and transcribed to the predetermined, pre-cut spaces on the face of my computer - faster than my brain has time to realize the letters are awaiting acknowledgment.
I don't even know what it is this man is searching for, but it is staring him in the face.
The reason this is even here is because everything that is happening is already over, we just don't know it yet.
