So you're trying to tell me you never dealt with this? The feeling of helplessness? I already know how too much wealth is risk and leads to selfishness. But it seems my mental health exists just to keep me on edge. I must admit this is an actual dread because all too often it's at an actual ledge and I'm already leaning forward to go splat on the head from 20 stories. I'm positive there's not any glory in the molten laboratory for me. So I guess I'm at an impasse - a plateau of sorts. I feel like I'm swimming in gas and the match is yours to toss. Of course, this is an extreme form of trepidation meriting divine investigation for my mind's final destination. Until then, with these metaphorical Lego blocks, I must keep building, which seems to intoxicate children. Ill winds have blown to where even my brick house could not stand. That's what I get for trusting a pig wearing a construction hat with a margin trial in his hand. Ahhh! I suppose he did it for king and country. Unwittingly, I described myself to be as fragile as Humpty Dumpty. This type of consciousness streaming is quite something. Your mind is quickened cause this is hitting like chickens and dumplings. I just realized if two rumps got together and had sex, they would have rumplings.