If only the complexities of life could be as easily solved as the Rubik's Cube.
So you take a side, you sort it out and hope your decisions don't affect others in a negative way.
Order and values are seemingly in place, the greens, reds and yellows in alignment, the neatly tied bow an illusion of the chaos simmering in the soft white underbelly of the blues and oranges.
Life is a game, like the Rubik's Cube, so you play it to win, shifting and turning the pieces with precision, determination, angst and bewilderment.
And when your head hits the pillow each night, you carefully calculate how to find the elusive alignment and enlightenment that creates a parallel plane.