I can not write a one sentence note on how I am feeling right now so here goes: Talk about acts of futility, and unrequited love comes to mind not as an afterthought but as a head-on concussive force.. Afterthoughts are never made from the front seat of a rapidly careening, out of control Jaguar that is headed towards an oak tree. Prayer on the other hand could be made on the fly when one is faced with an eventuality as conclusively concussive as flying into the cold embrace of the grip reaper.