Over the years, the model of the world, has been more about, how to orchestrate the destruction, of the self. That in itself being, the quest for finding the answers, that coax me, into wandering and coincidental, occasional mishaps. Coming out of it is a nightmare, like lying in a hot summer, with my whole body getting wasted. And people just feasting on that. All these answers eluded me, decade after decade, as I kept playing the role of a collector, I was just not able to ascertain anything about how things could, be so bewildering, or just so simple, that I’d find it hard to understand. I’d just lay in sweat and under the noiseless fan, waiting for something, at the end. Life should not be a problem that is unbound, that it should be in the realm of other dimensions. Stuff we currently call fate, God, destiny, punishment, unknown or nature. Politics of the mishap, being the game of haye, being the native, the collector, has long been the norm, leaving us darkened in pain and suffering. Healing takes a lifetime of seeking out and preparation. Reaching out to everyone is what a model of perception should be. But that’s access rights, authentication, power, authorization. The limits of the amount of money I have. Only in the world of tomorrow, we would have a system which would allow a sustained Rt, with zero downtime, and only acceptable, awared, denial of service, that can save lives.