I wonder what the pre-cursor of the end is like. Not to be mistaken for chasing after death just to call myself brave, my curiosity is coupled with catastrophic moments from the past - both the world's & my own - which felt like times that we weren't going to survive. No need to tell you that we made it, obviously, but we never really knew the extent of the damages. We'd grown accustomed to dusting off & keeping it moving, out of both necessity and lack of guidance. Looking back, taking a moment to truly digest things emotionally would have been sound strategy. But it's too late to turn around now.