I’m sinking. I’ve been patiently waiting for all of this to unfold. I had already foreseen the atrophy of my joy. I had not long awaited the ice to crack against me, for the rocks to hit the hull of my titanic ship and so they have. So I have fallen to my knees once again and in this moment, though perhaps my opinion will change, I feel that I cannot get back up. I can not force myself to stand and walk on, I can not coerce myself in to continuing my walk through the field of smoldering rocks that is this life. I know I have said it many a time before but there can be no hell, there can be nothing worse than living through everything we as humans must endure on Earth. I can not have faith in that place, although some times I wish it upon my enemies.