There is no way through. So, having no dynamite, I must chip my slow way, painfully, until I can be free. I can smell fresh air and there are bright lights through the narrow chinks but I am still trapped. Is anyone digging toward me or do I have to make my own escape? Again.
For anyone who has ever had to go through the process of change, either voluntarily or because of circumstances. Keep plugging. There ARE people out there digging towards you.