Isn't it strange how one minute everything can be great and your world problem free, and then one phone call or e-mail later and everything is crashing down around you. You are irrepairably damaged and alone. You lack the hope that is required to persist from moment to moment, or faith as it was recently put to me. You quit. You haven't the strength to fight any longer, and normally someone would come and carry you through, just until you can breathe again, but you are not certain this is your fate. Due to life and time and space, you may be utterly alone right now. And you are there again, alone in the floor staring at the spinning world longing for the relief that cutting into your flesh and watching the blood flow will bring. There is no end, only another beginning. Only more of the beautiful mistake that is your life.