There is a place in life, where one realizes suddenly just how far they are from the light of the sun, and from all that dwells in that gentle day light, despite the time of day. Reaching out, but there is no shoulder, no lap, no hand, no face. It is like finding your self suddenly in the midst of an ocean, floating only with some wood, but no paddle, and not a soul knows where you are. It is a place of death while living.