The aftermath of tasting the juice of a lemon, scrunges your buds and twitches your jaws. Just like how your lips shrivel at the sourness of the lemon. Ideologies you shoot your mouth off with doesn't make you the person your beliefs should mold you to become. The fine thread you grit your teeth onto slips through the gaps that you forgot to obstruct. The visits you make to your psychiatrist don't arise any improvements and you are still spellbound.

So tell me, how is it that Man should be able to soothe and cure insanity when God cannot? Tell me, why God rests on the 7th day of the week?

We are overpowered with fatigue that absolutely nothing makes sense; not the mathematical formulas we memorise, not the equations we conjure, and definitely not the things we say or do when life holds its possessive and jealous grip of us.