Maybe...

Maybe the explanation for the unexplained is simply that. There is nothing more, just simply that it is as natural and normal as that which we solve in math equations, lovers' intimacies, riddles, and theory. Sometimes that which you question, that which you can't explain is just that, and you should make your judgment without asking "why" or "how"... Sometimes you just aren't meant to have the answers to those questions. Sometimes there is no more. Sometimes... you just have to roll with it without knowing why the first punch was thrown or how you caught that first glimpse. Sometimes life just is.