Should we fear our decisions or embrace them? Do we look for a quick escape, or do we press onward? These are some fundamental questions that have come up lately. I suppose it depends on your frame of mind. Do we look for the exit through the large veins at the end of a blade, or do we simply accept the fact that life is an experiment, and we are the Guinea pigs? It's easy to be a hypocritical fool stumbling around in the darkness; saying to just "get over it"... It wasn't that long ago when I was in a similar void... Empathy seems to fade when the shoe is on the other foot doesn't it? Suddenly, I am at a loss for words, and my somewhat comforting, metaphoric anecdotes turn into vague platitudes of cliches and indifference... I feel that I have little to offer and absolutely NO answers...