“Just reacting? Freely striving?
Blindly driven? Wisely driving?
Who’s the rider? Who’s the horse?
Who’s in charge? Who charts the course?
Sort your data, choose your theory,
Argue concepts ’til you’re weary.
Psychologize until you die–
While we argue, life goes by”

This little poem by Tom Greening caught my eye when I was doing some random reading online. While it’s more of a existential poem and is really short, it drives home a point really well – the futility of certain things.