Have I ever told you that I was lost? I figured this out in an empty theatre a month ago, at three in the morning. What a great time for an epiphany... three in the morning. I started asking questions that no one could answer... and no one ever did. Do you know how frustrating that is? I wished there was a target I could vent my frustrations at, but I looked at the guy next to me, who was also trying to figure it out, and suddenly it hit me... He's lost too. I suppose that it's some slight concession to know that someone else is lost, and I'm not the only one. Well great, I now know that I am lost, and not alone. Where's the benefit in that? I never came up with a solution, but I started to realize that if I get found; I'm in more trouble than I ever had been in as a result of being lost. Another epiphany... To be found would not bring a solution to my being lost. In fact, it is the simple act of searching that makes us who we are. It is that process that will continue to bring us answers. If you are found, you have ended the search and really have nothing better to do at three in the morning. Hey now, with all this deep, metaphysical knowledge, what is a person supposed to do? Remain lost of course!... Wait, there has got to be something to do about it. I could stand on a box in the middle of the street and shout it out, but wouldn't I be branded as insane? I suppose no less insane than screaming at the top of my lungs in an empty theatre a month ago, at three in the morning.