Life is a little like a maze. You wander aimlessly, trying to enforce some kind of logic, in the potentially vain hope that you will one day find your way out and feel the ecstacy of freedom. Yet to reach that freedom, we need to endure dead end upon dead end and the overpowering feeling of helplessness - possibly more times than we think we're capable of surviving. And maybe there'll be times when we think that we'll never reach that exit, that we'll be stuck in the maze until long after we're gone.. But in the end all we have is hope.. To believe that the freedom does exist...