My parents are in separate private rooms at their Lodge, within days of the end of their lives, and the reality is apparent to all, including nurses who were trying to console me.

But I could not stay more than a few minutes in each room because the experience was too upsetting. Then yesterday, a nurse called to say that maybe Dad suffered another stroke, as he remains barely responsive. Mom had been medicated for a bladder infection, which adds to the cancer that has reached a terminal phase, so she was barely able to communicate too. Like I said, it was no visit.

So, I was home in less than four hours, which took almost three and a half hours for the return trip, a beautiful day for a drive in the country.

As I drove that 401 highway, my mind wandered to belief systems we all have, whether they be feng shui, Warren Buffett, religious, or whatever. Mine has always been framed in natural law and the study of cause-and-effect.

So I started to wonder, how could anyone believe in the Random Walk theory, where capital market prices are chaotic? Whether we understand it, or not, is something else; there is a reason for everything in life.