 It feels like the way I described it is I've been following the road of life for all my life, 64 years almost, following the road. And one day the road, the asphalt just ended in this big wide open field. And I can feel like I can see a mountain range way, way in the distance. But I don't know what to do. I don't know where to go. There's no road. I'm not following. Unfamiliar. I'm not following. Ah, it just hit me. Yeah.