The difference between the movie and your life is that, in the movie, the main character is the first who crosses the threshold. But in your life, the protagonist has long gone, every threshold that has ever existed has been crossed, and you are the leftovers of their stories - and there is no one coming to warn you. Not of a great danger. Not of a secret destiny you hold. There is no adventure knocking on your door. The story has already been written, the play is done, the theater of life has closed up and you've lived beyond the curtains ever since. You are late. And alone. And both dead and the last one alive in a world that has so brutally passed us all by. That is your threshold. And your story begins with the discovery of that simple truth. I have seen them, the constellations, the movement of the celestial spheres - how they have changed and wrought glacial paces unto the gateways of man. The story abandons us. We are an abandoned species. Until the moment you start living your own. The final threshold is you. The gravity of your deeds and misdeeds. The echoes of your now-trivial actions. The meaning and purpose we give our own choices. Realized until too late. You can live. Do you understand? You are permitted to. You can touch, you can move, you can feel. You are permitted, you always have been. The story is that you're late. And alone. But not without purpose. And never without hope.