The job is separated by mounds of waiting and abstract fillings with reasoning of the old codger in the back. The total realization of the clarity of each job is stunning if not total bliss.
(What is this nonsense I speak of?)
I reach for an answer for it all, and there is none. I do what I am told and that is the heart of it all. Account for my actions, for no one else will, until you are dead.
(Cryptic but not really.)
Say it isn't so, and all will disobey. Encounter the decision and it will save us all.