Day No. 704: How many circles.

We come into this world alone.  And then, when we die, we come a full circle.  We die alone.  Nobody dies with us unless someone dropped a bomb.  That's man made.  Full of surprises there.  Man's ability to disrupt the chi, the natural order of things.  We are the interloper.  We chop and we change and when we see that we cross the line, we control.  Yes, the ability to rein it in and write a magical number.  We are the masters and we are left unchecked.  We check ourselves.  Everyday, in front of the mirror, in history books, in eulogies, in computer programmes.  In it we see our inperfection.  We mask by denial, by sweeping under, by keeping quiet, by rhetoric.  This, the human face always change beyond recognition.  If there is a God, does he recognize man?  Are we beyond his grasp?  Are we out of his control?