"I know not how I seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with while the vast ocean of undiscovered truth lay before me." -Isaac Newton

What a conundrum - this life we know. If everything's the same in the end, why does the beginning matter? The path less traveled is a myth. The road commonly chosen? A rat race. Our eyes are focused so intently on the prize ahead that we fail to realize we've been running in the wrong direction. If my fate is chosen for me, what's my purpose?

If the winner's already picked, why play the game? The search for an answer is paradoxical, an infinite and progressively complex, questionable quandary. We dig deeper to make discoveries. Yet, the findings we come across only reveal with them more mystery. The more we know, the more we realize we don't know - one step forward with every two steps back.