Once apon a time it felt like I was chained to the floor; in a glass tank, with water slowly spilling in... But just as the water level reached the top; the glass shatters, leaving me cut and gasping for breath...when the entire building just collapsed all around me.... nowadays there's alot less hope in between the stages of doom... now it's like I'm freely standing in the middle of a room; that's compleatly engulfed in flame... faced befor me the trolly problem; with all my freinds and family and evreylast person I've ever known' s life endanger, I could save them all...but that would be saving the good with the bad...so instead semi morally knowing; I didn't put them there i watch and laugh as we all go up in flames, no misguided hope.... just allowing fate to play it's role..