I have a proclivity for theorizing. Actually, it is an urge. Only a few observations are enough for me to see a startling pattern. Nay, an inexorable law. This is something that has followed me since my youth. Whence my academic career, no doubt. I was not interested in the career’s shallow rewards, though. Not at all. The proclivity was all that guided me. Indeed, this might be the reason why I left academia as soon as I could. Most of my colleagues, not to mention my students, were not given to theorizing. Almost all of them went about proving or disproving theories, but spewing them out was not their forte. Far from it. As a consequence, much of what they did for a living was boring as hell. In the end, I could not wait to leave the company of dullards. But theorizing, the urge to see patterns and laws, must have deep roots. It may be the very foundation of human intelligence, for blind trial and error can take eons. Too many eons, that is. A shortcut was needed from the very start. Be that as it may, chances are that the urge will never leave me. I will be theorizing till the bitter end. Patterns and laws will be springing in my mind no matter what. I am likely to be theorizing even about death while in its painful throws. Which is why I am looking forward to my last words.