Life that cannot be controlled is like an uncontrollable wave that rises and falls in a world that is almost transparent to others. The fog dissipates, and what you see is your future self or the real past. Open a page at random from the middle, and the lines wind from your fingertips to the last line of the book. No one can control the development of the story, because the gears have already started turning, and no one can stop it except to complete the purpose.
Purpose: Pursue the truth of everything in the rotation of gears