The answer is always in the entire story, not a piece of it.
Everybody has a gun in their car in Detroit.
Naturally we would prefer seven epiphanies a day and an earth not so apparently devoid of angels.
Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.
I was on the verge of jumping into one of those holes in life out of which we emerge a bit tattered and bloody, though we remain sure nonetheless that we had to make the jump.
The danger of civilization, of course, is that you will piss away your life on nonsense.