We go searching for something bigger and better than ourselves as we become obsolete with the passing time. In reality, is there anything bigger than reality itself? We distort it so artfully and yet so naively and we start to believe that miracles do happen. The cold realization of us being not good enough to beat the game contradicts with Our twisted idealism which stops us from accepting ourselves. We, Gentlemen ,are wallowing in the endless chasm between expectations and reality hoping for miracles often in vain.