To say that the human situation is complex is superfluous, because it would be understating the obvious. It is fascinating that from the remove of time and space, the chaos of its contradictions and convulsions seem serene in their inconsequence and insignificance, even eventlessness. What staggers one is not the balance of stupendous harmony that one finds at that point of understanding, transcending this apparent miasma of disorder, but the tortuous process itself of getting there, finding oneself alone, unable to share the final answer to all quests, at the peril of not being understood, or worse, being viciously misunderstood.