In my head, it’s that world. When things are crooked yet I do not know why they are crooked, it crooks the heart. And when things are crooked, perhaps it is good to accept the crookedness caused by the invisible crook that sometimes is invincible so that the heart no longer crooks hence not crooked. Ah the crooked heart, the crooked mind, these crooks create crooked seconds, minutes, hours, days , crooked moments. Some seconds, minutes, days are just crooked and . . . it’s all right.