If we are what we're not, will we be what we won't?

Lousy theme for a presumable sunny spring day, but what has been unleashed has to be taken care of. Facing the final countdown, we realize that this is only the beginning of an increasing complexity. Would we be able to deal with the truth? Maybe some, certainly not the masses. But what is it that I really want to point out here? I think it's the fact of knowing that no matter what, everything is going to be just fine. That of course sound even cheesier to somebody not having that much of luck in living their life. Maybe it is, maybe it's not. No matter what I find it quite amusing of swimming perpendicular to the stream of life, taking a rest, watching the others pass, taking a deep breath and then again continuing the pointless battle.