You know. When it's all about to come to pieces. When there's no hope of any real peace in the future. When you realize you've tried everything to avoid a dreadful fate, and it still looms ahead of you, staring you in the face. When you realize that something else has gone wrong and is just shoving the fate you're hoping to avoid upon you that much sooner. We are so close to the edge right now. If we can't fix it, we'll fall off. And perhaps that's the answer. Just fall off the edge, and die. Sure, there may be brighter times to look forward to. But in times of chaos, in times of torment, you really have to ask yourself: Is it really worth all this to just to reach those dreamed of lands? And what if they're not any better than now? "Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us, for a glimpse of how green it was on the other side." "Steps taken forward but sleepwalking back again, dragged by the force of some inner tide." What's the point of it all? I mean, really? What's the point of it all?