We are all here doing the same thing, fumbling. Searching high and low for the right words; a story that will make sense.
Shouldn’t there be a code? A secret handshake, like the sorority girls use to gain entrance to the locked door. Where is the map with the X that marks the spot? Where is the breadcrumb trail left for us to follow?
Or are we simply meant to stumble and tremble and stray until some elusive moment when we emerge into a clearing- the sun finally warming our shoulders?