I dug the well very deep. Kept digging it. Then reached the opposite surface. I looked down the hole I had just spent many years digging.
Nice lesson in humility and hopelessness. Still, I now know how to dig a hole so that’s progress 
Yes but the realization that nothing changes after digging that hole is important because you then you realize you weren’t actually the digger 
Maybe the hole dug you! 
To quote AA: “Progress, not perfection!”
Hey Karl, I’ll start digging from the States–you start digging from the UK, and then we’ll meet in some tectonic cavern near the center of the Earth. It might be a little hot, but perhaps we can burrow with chunks of arctic ice strapped to our backs. We will face global warming head-on and use the heat for heart-melting purposes that will accelerate our enlightenment.
You dig? 
A pointless task with a hopeless outcome. I don’t know anything. I never did. Starting to hear for the first time and my cup runneth’ over. 
Did you end up in a different cell instead of “out of jail”?
(ref. The Count of Monte Cristo)
Much love and hugs dear Karl
Sey
No, just the exact same cell. Doh 