I am somewhere in between birth and death. It is such a weird and incomprehensible spot. And time has a hold of my hands and it keeps pulling me forth in an increasingly fast pace. And, when I look behind, I see a burnt down forest. But I can also see some green lively trees still standing among the ashes and the smoke. But, when I look forward, I can not see much, because this fog just ahead is too dense for the sight to pierce through.