What do you do when you're wound up?' she asked. 'Do you play that drum?'. 'No,' said the child. 'We used to dance.' 'But now we walk,' said the father. 'And behind us an enemy walks faster.' 'That's life,' said Euterpe.
After all, when you come right down to it, how many people speak the same language even when they speak the same language?
Have you paused to consider that there is no way out? Each way out of one situation necessarily being the way into another situation.
The things that matter don't necessarily make sense.