Isolation can make any sane mind consider something that is otherwise unthinkable, yet what is so irrational about following humanistic impulses? Psychologically, the only thing separating us from any other creature is our ability to rationalize, our ability to communicate in a way that inclines us to establish morals. What happens when all those teachings suddenly don't hold as much relevance? I found that your life isn't defined by every single decision you make, rather the ones that are permanent. The family photos show the happiness that has been gained, but lack the display of the painful past that lies behind each soul.