This uneasy culmination of events and endings leaves one dizzy and off-kilter. As if the planet's axis is gyrating wildly and off balance, impossible it seems to find reprieve as you regain balance, then thrown off course. Brief are the moments in which one can catch a breath between the 10-foot swells, a breeze block tied at our waist. No matter how close our toes are to the seafloor, a wave passes over us without a pattern, once again pulled into the empty blackness.

We cannot find rhythm in the chaos of things no matter how far we draw out organic algorithms of past choices and potential outcomes. Our personal apocalypses rage and wreak havoc around us. Uncharted territories are what ignited the intrinsic hunger to seek the unknown. Each of us opens Pandora’s box, eventually.

A little dose of fear thrills our explorative selves. If all of it were too crafted, nothing would wake us up. The excitement that fear brings propels us. The precipice awaits to be crossed.