While obtaining his degree in statistics at a world-renowned mathematics university, Carl’s inauthentic dalliances with punk rock, gothic clothing, and anarchism fooled no-one, including himself.

At best, he was one sub-standard deviation from the norm.

One does not drive the ocean
Nor cage the seas
Nor calm the waters

Waterways open today
Are closed tomorrow
As forces beyond control
Remake the world 

That does not mean
One sits in irons
Awaiting the tsunami

Break out the sextants
Look to the stars
Put fingers in the air
Hoist, hoist, hoist

I have nothing to fear
Nothing wakes me from my sleep
Nothing haunts my waking moments
Nothing awaits me on judgement day

Yet as I run towards nothing
To escape nothing
You reach to stop me
And your touch is better than nothing