"Since I came here, felt the joy and the fear...

...finding myself making every possible mistake." New Soul, by Yael Naim.

I stayed up much too late last night in another installment for my never-ending quest for order. Why do I desire order? Because it will make the adventures easier. 

I have a nasty niggling suspicion in the back of my mind that makes me think perhaps adventures aren't supposed to be made easier. 

Isn't it ironic?