I have nothing with which to get myself out of the hole I'm in, I can see no way out. I look up and see a face, smiling down on me, then it goes away.
I sit thinking, taking stock in my surroundings. There are rocks and the walls of the hole are dirt and more rocks. If I pull rocks out of the walls of the hole, the dirt may soon cover me or the hole may cave in. If I carefully pile the rocks and dirt and pack it down, I may get out. But the hole may still cave in on me.
It's a chance I have to take, I must get back into the sunshine.
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