Well here you are, falling into a hole that you couldn’t see because you didn’t turn on your lighter. You start thinking about that. You start thinking about how bad of an idea that was. You start questioning why you didn’t turn on the lighter. You get really mad at yourself and start to engage in self deprecation. You’re really hurting yourself. You’re coming up with insults and curses so bad that if you said it to anyone, they would most likely slap you. You then slap yourself. Then everything stops. You have died. I guess there was an end to this hole, and it led to your demise. Good thing you can start over, right?