What do you think would be your version of lying down to sleep on the floor of the about-to-be-crushed train car in regards to the fears?

Honestly none of them.

Let’s just say there is no scenario I wouldn’t “rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

And to be clear its not a bravery thing, its a compulsion thing. I really struggle giving up on lost causes which makes me very often burned by them.

I don’t know (and don’t want to know) what it would take for me to genuinely accept anything like that.