I think there can be times when whatever we try, somehow we just don't fit in with the rest of the world. There can be times when we try to absorb ourselves with our toys but feel it is a different refreshment we need. There can be times (I'm going through one at the moment - my old problem has resurfaced) when we might feel so ill that we are thinking "God get me out of here". A few of us may on occasion ponder what we have achieved or look at the same old circles and messes we go round in and ask "what's the point?". Some of us may look at the state of the world and for example feel "but I'm powerless".