When life deciets you, and when your mother ain't there to hold your hand, the piece of fluff staring at you from the corner of the abyss which is your room, ultimateley becomes your only hope. Hope to look forward from the dry bones that once was your life. Next step if everything else fails is to get mommy's butchers knife and stab the existence out of you, then as you lay slowly drifting into a coma, your blood will comfort you to a death of wonder.