What do you do when you don't know which way to go. You're stuck in a time and place and there's no clear road ahead in any direction. There isn't even a discernible road, only piles of rubble and shifting sand in all directions other than back where you came from and that direction is closed by a solid steel fence with no gate. You have to go somewhere and you have to do it soon. What do you do?
The intellect says to take baby steps in one direction or another, even if it turns out to be the wrong decision. Ok, that would work, I suppose. The emotion says to be like a bird caught under a net who finds that thrashing around only makes it become more enmeshed while sitting quietly and looking about for a hole would result in freedom from the trap.
Like everything else in the world, things are seldom all one thing or all another. The world is made up of colors, an infinite range of them, not just black and white. Adding that to the mix, that there are not just two possible ways to go but literally dozens (simplifying the color palette for simplicity's sake). With that thought the whole thing gets even more unwieldy and even more bewildering.
What to do. What to do.
Inertia strikes.
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