Indulging in feasts, dancing like nobody's watching, laughter that shakes your core, and lovemaking that ignites the stars—aren't these the things we humans yearn to be wrapped up in? Doesn't it simmer within us, that primal sense of purpose?

Only what happens when you don’t feel connected to any of it? What happens when all you see is the never ending to-do list, the ‘wrong’s of life and other’s choices, and the way it feels that at any moment it can all spin madly out of control, chaos will rain down, the apocalypse will arrive and everything will be destroyed. And it will be all your fault. (panting, panting)