Long after the firestorm of hysteria has burnt its terrible course, the smouldering embers solidify into cold, razor sharp rationality.
And with the rationality comes questions.
Questions that are without answers, questions that keep me awake through the long, long, nights, wondering and thinking over again.
But these questions, they are darker and blacker than even the night itself. They are impenetrable shadows, and no light can escape from them. All light that falls on them is ravenously devoured, swallowed up and merged with the great voids of total mystery and helplessness.
And yet I have no choice but to press on despite their looming in my mind, in every waking moment.
I have no choice because I cannot let my future be jeopardised.
And with God's help, I will be victorious- broken and burdened as I am now with insoluble problems such as these.
