Our unguided and purposeless ways of life of going back and forth endlessly, bumping into the same obstacles again and again make us look more like the blind man.
What is it that transforms the culmination of the joy in my soul into melody? What is it that gives the expression of gladness inside of me a musical turn?
These events would have happened on any given day but the fact that they all happened on a Sunday could hardly go unnoticed. What are the odds of that happening?