3:17 am (the intersection of unbearable and unsolveable)

Then, at precisely 3:17 am, the shaking stopped, the florid perceptions waifed, and I could breath again. He looked at me straight in the eye, and said:

"The next time you are at the intersection of Unbearable and Unsolveable, you need to look back at all of your other impossibilities - you know, the ones that ended up being faith in drag - stitch them together, and pass them like a lifeline to those still struggling for air"