The Waiting Room - An Existential Simulation

The Waiting Room - An Existential Simulation

The waiting room is a perfect metaphor for life--
Thrust from the mysterious black into the white only for the first thing you ever do - is to choose your destiny. And well you're not really choosing it, only taking it. Even further, you're not even really given your destiny although it might seem that way. It's just, given. That's not to introduce a chaos theory into the mix, not even random. As someone might be behind the curtains, pulling the strings, we'll never truly observe it. And even amonst the pseudo-prophetic, pseudo-fatalist, pseudo-chaotic and pseudo-random entry into this room. without seeing behing the curtain - we seem to do okay on our own. We follow the unwritten rules, for the most part. Take our ticket, pick a seat (or it picks you) sit down, and wait. Wait for a very long time. "If you're lucky", they'll say. "If you're lucky you'll wait a very long time. Because for as much...