Our world is a sad and beautiful place, our existence in it is sad and beautiful. Our humanity is a condition that looks and questions. We want answers, but how many of those answers have been wrong? Or do we just ask the wrong questions? It seems to us that we have stopped asking enough questions, that we are taking too much of reality for granted. Ours is a conjectural reality – any view of reality is – and we must remember, when things do not work well, that the supposed society we live in can be very different from what it is, or seems to be.