It's hard when you can see a train wreck about to occur, from such a distance - someone rushing along the track at full speed while a vast iron engine stands still ahead. Perhaps it won't be a train wreck. Perhaps the engine will fade at the last moment, transform into something soft and cushioning. Perhaps the iceberg will melt and the ship pass safely through the waters to its destination.
But the things that could go wrong outweigh the things that could go right; the destination might not be there. And I will be the one picking up the shattered pieces, trying to glue them together.
I am really not up to this task but there is no one else to do it.
