Definitivamente as coisas no so como parecem. Parece que estamos no fim do mundo, mas o mundo no tem fim; parece que estamos comeando uma nova guerra, mas as guerras nunca terminaram; parece que as novas mdias iro recolocar as pessoas em contato, mas as pessoas nunca se encontram; parece que estamos morrendo, mas podemos estar apenas nascendo…

O acaso desvia os destinos e tira do foco o determinismo das certezas.

“He felt like a man who had finally found the courage to put a bullet through his head – but in this case the bullet was not death, it was life, it was life, it was the explosion that triggers the birth of new worlds.” (Paul Auster, The Music of Chance., NY, Penguin Books, 1990, p.10)