But the devil in me hates monotony and always yearns for drama. The truce should be to keep deviations and allowances for chance within a certain minimum – in order to prevent things, again and again, from getting out of hand. For me to fall into cliffs I can still climb up from.
Whatever I do, I have accepted that things fall either into an ordered chaos or a chaotic order. But all in all, no matter how deep the troughs and high the hills, I think I have followed a fairly recognizable – even if sometimes either stammered or long-winded – iambic pentameter.