Once again, by my own strength, felled by the almighty. And I always ask myself why, and is not the answer staring right in my face when I picked up the book and opened it to page 37? Not felled maybe, but if I'm ever thinking there's the slightest, most faintest, remotest, controllest chance that I'll be able to do it just like that, I'm 100.646742% wrong. To be able to see past my own, to His power? Not right now, not when I get carried away at the smallest things. Haven't we gone through this over and over again? Yet everytime history repeats itself. I don't want to but I don't take the steps to remedy it? Not on your life. Maybe, just maybe, little by little, one step at a time. Puns are the lowest form of humour. Hang!