Schizophrenia is threatening us. Of all the multifarious traps and pitfalls to be found in life, how are we meant to sort ourselves? We are under threat from a great tragedy, that has thus far destroyed any sense of peace that we could be having, and that is the threat of happiness. When we try to fix that problem, we end up facing such a molasses of sin that we end up not being able to do anything, and when we sort out both these issues, we end up facing the dangers of schizophrenia. Truly, there is no escape. The additional problem or topic that we face is the topic of location. If things were morally perfect, the office would be the ideal place to be, but things are rarely moral for longer than a few hours at most, and these days, even a minute of peace seems lucky. Writing at home feels dead, for, in all honesty, nothing you do in a place that is none work related can be considered work, and really, only a sick man spends time at home if he is at the prime of his life and doesn’t have a marriage family. But we have no choice, for the stability required to create an effective work environment simply doesn’t exist. Help us.