Things do not always go according to plan.

Or do they?

Is existence a polished crystal we perceive one edge at a time, powerless to influence its shape… or a malleable thread that unravels in infinite possible paths according to our deepest desires?

What, then, is the true cause of adversity? Are there unseen forces that conspire to place obstacles in our path to thwart our hopes and dreams…

Or is conflict, ultimately, what we dream of?