In the end, living is defined by dying.
The only thing binding individuals together is ideas. Ideas mutate and spread; they change their hosts as much as their hosts change them.
The mind is not a machine, it is an idea. And the Idea resists all attempts to control it.
Thought, like any parasite, cannot exist without a compliant host.
Sometimes, even the very best course of action fails.
I try not to be surprised. Surprise is the public face of a mind that has been closed.