Don't you wish that life was as easy as making a blueprint? You can just add a supporting piece here, erase something there. Eventually, everything would fall into place because architecture works in that wonderful way. Everything is perfectly logical. Math, physics, the whole of it. None of that depending on others. You've gotten used to both ideas, life and architecture. You've adjusted to the fact that one will never be the other (end of story). Yet, there's still that stubborn bit of you that wishes that life (what a trivial subject it is) made the same amount of sense.
AN: Confession time: Honestly, this should have been posted ages ago.