The above statement is the greatest fakeout monkey trick in the entirety of Western civilization. It might very well be nothing more elaborate than the leading research tool of some massive social behaviour study being run by eeeevil men who rub their hands together and say "hrrrm" a lot. Men who are spattering ink on the walls of mankind, and asking if we are seeing a) some nice flowers or b) a dog with its head split open by an axe. Why? Because by accepting that the above statement is true, we are undergoing the single greatest act of faith required of us as human beings: that this process actually has a continuation beyond the simple act of our clicking "send" and bombing the employment universe with our carefully-worded resumés. That someone out there is listening. Most importantly, it's an act of faith that is directly opposed to the dissociating properties of the telecommunications labyrinth in which we currently find ourselves. We are communicating with the void, with absolutely no requirement of reciprocation. We have already aleviated the void of any responsibility to ever fulfill its end of the presupposed bargain. By communicating with it in the first place, we have implicitly agreed to the requirement that we are subjugated to its will, and must play the game its way. That's faith.

Relatively speaking, I could believe Jesus. Dead guy, wakes up on the third day, seems far more plausible than the possibility that those people are even reading these resumés at all. The whole thing is a trick upon the cause and effect relationship that has, thus far, governed our entire lives. In daily, tangible terms, there seems to be no quantifiable outcome to sending resumés out at all. Having done so for uncounted tracts of time has resulted in no relational result whatsoever, meaning that each and every such action was in fact pointless. On the assumption that someday this will work, though, we keep doing it, like Bart Simpson endlessly reaching for the cupcake that gives him an electrical shock, just in case next time it will be different. "Is my brother dumber than a hamster?" Seems so.

Where does this faith come from? Does it even matter? The daily sweep of repetitive action rapidly overtakes the need to question the viability of the process. Before long, the same part of the brain that questioned why you're doing it is having difficulty imagining ever not doing it. So very quickly, "outcome" becomes "process," "goal" becomes "mode." Faith numbs the need to ever get to the point, and the first thing to go is the questioning why. "Acceptance" is the new "achievement."

Every 108 minutes, the code must be entered. A guy came running out of the forest and told me so.