I'm standing on the edge of a precipice watching the lemmings in rank and file as they march one by one over the cliff. Guidance has suggested there weren't many people left who would listen or who could be helped but THEY have me out here standing in the rain beating my head against a wall anyway. And the more I beat my head against the wall with people out there the more THEY Have me write, the more THEY have me put myself further and further out over the precipice in case just one lemming turns around and says, "Wait! What's that he's saying?"
"Hey! You! Lemming! That's not the way! You don't have to follow the others, you can be an original!