Have you ever Felt that the path that you tread is too winding, too narrow, too covered in thorn-vines and brush? Have you ever Felt like the blade of your will is too worn, too chipped, or dented, or covered in rust? Have you ever Felt too tired to keep up, but far too fatigued to sleep? Have you ever Waded out into the dark, and suddenly you're in far too deep? Wouldn't you like some help? All you've got to do is deign to ask. Don't try to run yourself ragged all alone, This pace just cannot last.