Nothing.

It's Like The Repetition Of A Cycle. You Reach The Top And Fall To The Bottom Only To Keep Rolling Before Some Bastard Child Trying To Play God Flips The Snow Globe Over And You Just Fall Again. Thanks Equal And Opposite Reactions! Perhaps The Next Occasion I'll Just Dig A Hole, Never Take Any Steps And Just Stare Out With My Mouth Agape And Remember To Think Of Being Disillusioned! Maybe Just Maybe I'll Be As Abhorrent As The Rest Of Society And Maybe Just Maybe I Can Never Turn A Stone Or Hump A Leaf, Get Back On The Whores , Rise Up And Shine, Or Dry My Wet Eyeball! Now Allow Me To Remove The Foot From My Mouth And Define Anything Solidified In A Context Being Material As Ten Other Completely Irrelevant Conundrums.

A dismal sigh of dignity "hun."