There's no theme, no moral to be learned, except for the knowledge that lightning can strike from a clear blue sky one morning and take away everything you've built, everything you've counted on, leaving wreckage and no meaning behind. It can happen to anyone, it can happen to you.

Damon Galgut
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When you have a clear blue sky and then a lightning strike, everything you've built and counted on is gone. It was never meant to be here, you were never meant to be here. Some people call these things "accidents." They don't know what they're talking about, because there's no way to explain it.

Source: In A Strange Room

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