The madness of inevitability. None dare call it fate. Fewer yet call it karma.
It has to do with the future, that nebulous place where the tracks of our lives are leading. One wonders, on occasion, if those tracks are perhaps already laid out before us, invisible, although at certain times, and in certain situations, and in certain mental dispositions, visible to us. Have we been here before, as the boys sang about? Are we reliving our personal dramas, possibly trying to get something right, or, possibly just trying to find the way out? Is it the madness and curiosity of the Grande Puppeteer in the sky that keeps us rolling down the tracks, chugging along on our bitter sweet excursion through this particular life? "No strings attached"; I'm not so sure.
Tick tock; destiny rides the clock....