Why is this? Are we so reactionary as creatures that we do not change unless someone else forces us to? Are we like pool balls, sitting forever in a fixed pattern until an interpersonal cue ball blasts us into motion? I think not, although we do suffer a kind of inner inertia when circumstances precipitate a transition. But it is not as mechanical as balls on a pool table. Rather, we are more like stories that slowly unfold according to our own preestablished inner themes and plots.
