Not all of the time. Not even most of the time. Hardly some of the time. There’s nothing that justifies a compromise of that nature but there is no alternative. It is expected. It is the set of rules that keeps us from tearing each other to pieces. You’d say that I would come to some different conclusion after going over it this many times. But here I stand again. On the same point. At the same end. Looking at a choice that is made for me. By life. Every day. Because it is the only thing to do. Because it is the given track. I guess that is the middle ground that we all call morality. And it is by these rules that we decide which way to turn. Then why don’t these rules appease the soul? Because nothing soothes the unrest more than the things that can’t be? Nothing is complete. The life on either side of the wire. I can’t keep staring at this wall for ever, can I? I have to get out of this place at so