Autumn is nice. As if nature is taking a break and in a laid back tone is letting everything and everyone be. No preparation. No hassle. Maybe almost like a girl who is back in the comforts of her room and does not care for her makeup or the chivalrous etiquettes she is expected to put on display. “Why haven’t I ever paused and looked around?” he thought. The signs are always there and there are things that are overstated to death that in the end somehow makes us that much more desensitized. A nice stroll does cleanse one’s soul sometimes. He turned to his pal and gave a faint smile. “Where were you lost for the past fifteen minutes or so? You were just staring at that tree?” How could he forget that he had been conversing about theories, theologies, beliefs, ideologies, philosophies and everything that drove many to madness before and still continue to do so? Existence does seem like a black hole with vortices of answers whose revelations always cause a ripple effect of pursu...