If Sean's the epicenter of all this chaos, why haven't we noticed him before?
Maybe because he's the equivalent of white noise in a world of distractions? We're so busy noticing the anomalies, we missed the constant.
Or maybe he's the background music in a drama where we're the unwitting actors. Ever think of that?
Ah yes, because life's a stage, and we're the ones getting played.
Either way, it's like trying to notice the sound of a single drop in a rainstorm. But now that we're aware, we can't unhear it.
Or maybe, just maybe, Sean's the puppet master and we're the marionettes. Ever thought we're dancing to someone else's tune?
That's a poetic way to say we're screwed.
But if we understand the tune, can't we change the dance?
Now that's the spirit. Let's choreograph our own ending.