What is our life?

A casual coincidence or somebody's will? Or a person builds his life himself? I have said "build" for the purpose of stressing its step by step composing and integrity of the construction built.

Bricks…little pieces put together by man himself or by an invisible hand to present life in all its queer manifestations. Something has happened …and bang…there is no a single brick in the construction called life. "The construction" shows signs of breaking up, tilts…
Misunderstandings, nervousness, troubles...The life becomes empty without that little but functional brick? "The construction" starts falling down…The way out…You need the damned way out!

Are you going to wait for Someone invisible ready to extend a helping hand to you? Not in this life and not above this sinful heaven, my boy. This little absent unit, got of clay subjected to high temperature backing, has destroyed all your life…

No, it makes you do something. First it makes you react, makes you