She would often yell into the universe as a young girl questions that she knew had no answer. People always tried to give her answers, and they often sounded right, but she knew in truth that there were no answers to her questions. There was no solution to the puzzle, no fix for the broken, and no answers for the questions. She had found a strange comfort in this realization. If there were no answers then she could never be wrong. She could never fail to get it right. She could continue to go through life admiring the amazing ways in which the universe could destroy every beautiful thing just to build it back up and destroy it again. Her life had been like one big experiment by an evil ten year old mad scientist. That was how she liked it. When she got older she started to wish that there could be just one answer. She didn't care what question it answered as long as there was an answer. She started going out into the world to look for answers. It was rare when she would find one,