My left hand is pretty much useless. The doctor said it would take months before I could use my fingers again.
I am forced to admit that I am a runner. I run.
A while ago, I met another runner, running from something else. He told me about it -- this creature he called the Slender Man -- and how it had no face and couldn't be killed. "We made it," he said, in a slightly crazed voice. "We made it with our minds."
I don't agree with him. (For one, I have no idea if this Slender Man exists or not - I saw no proof, but then again, I have seen stranger things.) I don't think human minds could come up with such incomprehensible things.
We seek order from chaos. We hope to comprehend. We are doomed to failure.