No way around the mountain. The mountain of pain, the mountain of doubt, the mountain of bad blood. So you dig. You grab your shovel and you start digging. You may dig for a long, long time. You don't know. No one knows. There is no formula, no guidebook, no expert advice. You are on your own. You could give up, give in, throw in the towel. But hell, you only get one chance, unless you believe in reincarnation, so you dig. Maybe you hit gold, maybe you strike oil, maybe you just end up with a pile of dirt and blisters on your hands. Damn the torpedos. You will get through the mountain, you will get to the other side. At least that's what you tell yourself. Do you still listen to yourself? Dig.