Je me prie pour devenir un oiseau, qui puisse voler dans le ciel, en regardant le plan entier de vie. I wish I could be a bird, being able to fly in the sky and to look at the whole picture of life. Life is made up of small dots of instances, only one connected with another, in a continuum, can meanings be made in times. Knowing the whole picture ahead of time deprives us of the excitement of the process. Connecting the dots in the present moment, not knowing what the future holds, fills us with anxiety and anticipation of time. C’est la vie, n’est-ce pas?