What is there to answer the longing of 6.5 billion hopeless broken bugs who don't know where they came from or where they're going.

I'm concerned about my generation. We are more lost than ever before. We're hurtling towards darkness and we can't even make out our hands anymore. It's getting darker and darker and we're getting more and more sure of ourselves in everything.

And in all the billion fractures you can hear the reservations and second-guesses of 100 mph into the unknown. They creep like whispers out of a chasm. We're out of control and sometimes we sense the terror we should always feel.

We're all on this slide.