The apprentice begged the seer. “Please let something in this world make sense.” The seer smirked. He had heard this before from millions of people like the young boy in front of him. All of them had one thing in common- they all wanted to make sense out of their twisted consciousness. “My child, NOTHING makes sense and that fact makes a lot of sense.” The boy’s face fell. Screw the world, he thought, I am going into the matrix or better still- into the rabbit hole. At least in the latter, things don’t actually make sense and the inhabitants don’t pretend they do.