“..and I am clinging to what’s bound to fall apart. It’s foolish, I know. I am sailing to the sea with the knowledge that the storm is just across the turn. Trying to grip the sand being clearly aware of the fact that as stronger as my grip is getting, more sand is falling off my hands. This is utter fatuousness. But let me tell you, even with this realization, there is not a single effort or thought of stepping back. The alternatives are numerous. They may even be better than this one. More secure. More lasting. More comforting. Yet here I am, with nothing said or done, just perfectly calm and completely unprepared to face that storm. All there is, is this slightest hope that you will save me. Will you?”