Randomness

Is it possible, finally, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?
We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close are we able to come to that person's essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?

H. Murakami, "The Chronicles of the Wind-up Bird" Ch. 2 (p.24)

Contracts has given me a headache.

So during one of our breaks, I entertained myself.