Bokelskere.no

I, like everyone, want explanations. In other words, I extract explanations where none exist.
Imre Kertesz says it well in Kaddish for an Unborn Child. Here you go:
But, it would seem, there is no getting around explanations, we are constantly explaining and excusing ourselves; life itself, that inexplicable complex of being and feeling, demands explanations of us, those around us demand explanations, and in the end we ourselves demand explanations of ourselves, until in the end we succeed in annihilating everything around us, ourselves included, or in other words explain ourselves to death.