OK, I'll admit it. It is me. I am primarily responsible for the dsisappearance of literally billions of socks which now, I can only assume, wander painfully through Sock Hell, looking forlornely for their Lost and Very Much Loved Mate. As my mother is fond of telling me, everything that is wrong in this world is my fault. As a good Catholic girl, all I can do now is to fess up, which I have done, and promise to go to Reconciliation every Saturday for nineteen months and say the requisite Our Fathers dutifully at Mass the next day.
I will also follow the Nine Step process which many a good priest has been forced to take due to over-fondness for the Blood of Christ and as an attempt to self-medicate away their repressed sexual urges, and apologise to everyone I have hurt, which includes each and every one of you dear, confused souls who have obviously, if this forum topic can be believed, spent so much bloody time pondering this perpexing question. Sorry, everyone.
And I also promise to spend the rest of my research career endeavouring to determine why my innate wickedness continually throws the world into chaos and unpredictability.
I will also feel very, very guilty.
Lilith