Avalanche/PDC *all bets are off*

It doesn’t take too much for an individual to feel insignificant. Myself, I was of the belief that some cataclysmic event of colossal proportions is what is required. Because cataclysmic events cause helplessness which brings about hopelessness, which in turn brings about the feeling of insignificance. Surprisingly, in this moment, right now, I feel insignificant and more surprisingly no apparent cataclysmic event of colossal proportions has brought it about. Just an onslaught of some several seemingly unrelated incidents, only one of which will I care to elaborate.
I googled the word ‘pondiferous’ because I thought someone had used it on msn the other day. I didn’t quite know what it meant. I wasn’t sure so I googled it. Turns out, she hadn’t used ‘pondiferous’. I was mistaken.
However, double checking, I scrolled down and clicked on what seemed to be the profile of someone. Might as well, I was just killing time. A shoddy Norwegian imitation of face book or orkut showed me a picture of Sarah. Sarah, who was clearly not from around here, had apparently taken her own photograph, badly choreographed, because she had managed to shoot more than half of her microwave as well as a framed article that was obviously hanging on her kitchen wall… but in doing so had become that cataclysmic event that keeps popping up so frequently in this post!!
People, Sarah who is half way around the world, is a person, has a life. She has a microwave and an article in her kitchen!! She has problems to deal with. This is someone, who I will never come across, but someone that I have been made very aware, exists!! She lives… yet I will never ever meet her. Do you see what I’m saying? Here we are, wrapped up in our own races, pursuing things that mean nothing, when we can’t even see what lies at the end of that mad dash?! May I question the master plan for just a second? Bordering on existentialistic babble, I wonder, is that master plan just something I’ll never understand or will things become clearer to me as time passes?
Guess a month of starving can make a cynic out of anyone.

the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth

And almost smugly I declare,
Of that which you were unaware,
That with the falling of this tide,
There’ll be no splinter in my side!!

For unscathed I’ll make it through,
Like a German, like a Jew
Wishful thinking gets you places?
Perished nations, fallen races!

But if you plead, I’ll make a wager
I keep my word, go ask the major (Azhar)
Something trivial, something small
Like the cause of your downfall.

All things profound are so pretentious,
Certain forces so contentious,
Befriending Satan, Praising God?
Slandering a ‘mathlete’ on the sod?

Killing time is not a worry…
Time on it’s on, oft tends to scurry
But while we’re here, swapping graces
You wear my shoes, let’s change places

I’ll see things from your perspective
I’ll be impartial, I’ll be objective
I’ll have eyes that shine like rubies
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But your findings, you’ll observe
No one possibly could deserve
Shall be cavities, big and small
And around my heart, you’ll find a wall…