We don't need to take it personally. The unanswered question doesn't need to become our question. We were summoned here without being asked, without giving permission. We are passengers on a ride we woke up on, driven by a faceless silent driver who doesn't answer. Outside the window, darkness. And we only have each other. This thing, being here, this isn't ours. This is not my body, not my mind. We can't even control our own minds. It's all just movement. A temporary construct dreamt by a nameless dreamer. Let go.