Everytime he paused, he thought. Evertime he thought, he paused. He checked the circumstances and situation in which he had put himself and then the people around him with his whole, his cumulative, his sum total, and checked for explanations and checked for contradictions. He checked it with his moral compass. For him, it was as simple and as natural as breathing, everything had an explanation, everything. It was also a pause to connect at times with his inner creature, his joy. It beckoned to him amidst the corruption, the evil, the drudgery and the lifelessness he saw and faced everyday around him. He had to see it, to acknowledge to himself that it existed. For exist it did. And its target was HIM.