what why how

Whatever that pulls the pin, that hurls you past the boundaries of your own life into a brief and total beauty, even for a moment, it is enough.

What, how, why, where? I don't know, I don't care. These questions are insignificant.

What is significant is that the beauty of it is enough.

One moment of--
hope, happiness, bliss, thankfulness, fate.

Only one moment, but the total beauty of it, is enough.

The song that has been constantly replaying in my head -- this song.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.

I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain't right,
Surely that ain't right.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

- Roads by Portishead