Are we born into this world merely to suffer? Is fate the inescapable shackles that we handcraft for ourselves to wear as we bind ourselves to the depths of our own madness? Are we fated to wander through life never knowing whether that pinhole in the distance is the light of our salvation or the jaws of unknowable doom, waiting with anticipation to put an end to our pain and in doing so, redefine our limited mortal ideas of damnation? 7/10 Too much Lois.