We make fools of ourselves everyday. Fighting the, inevitable oblivion of existence. After all, nothing lasts forever. What matters is to an insignificant human being, one of billions, nameless, is to live life to the fullest. Us unlegendary and unremarkable people cling to the safety and comfort of the illusion that time bends to our will. But it's a trick, gone in a flash when you realize all must dim. We humans, we mortal fools, fake our power over the unknowable, but the truth is that Time has no master. She laughs in our face constantly, but once you see the endless end of everything at the edge of us, you hear her cruel, crippling laugh. She revels in the pain of our realization that stories always have a beginning, middle, and end.