It is for no-one to know the outcomes of the universe for, therein "out comes" the spoils of the surprise; the mysterious magic of the matrix like that of the mystery meat one consumes while blindfolded on their birthday before they play the game of life, and that game is the celebration of life. But what is life without purpose? And thus you find yourself scrambling around the metaphorical room of existence to find that donkey purpass that you must pin the tail, your tale, your secret journey!