One event, three explanations

My brain has a rule.

I didn't invent it. I didn't choose it. At least it doesn't feel that way.

The rule is this: unless you can come up with three different explanations for an event, you are not allowed to come to any conclusions.

It is unsettling to think like this.
Hell. It is unsettling to live like this too.

But I do.

And I wouldn't change it...