Control is about as real as a one-legged unicorn taking a leak at the end of a double rainbow.
The whole thing is a fall. It can’t help but be. A perpetual state of grasping in the dark. It’s not about getting up. It’s about stumbling, stumbling in the right direction. It’s the only true way to move forward.
Just because you beat a man’s face to a pulp don’t mean he gonna know what he don’t.