And there is no more.

When you draw your line, you've got to be prepared to defend your flanks. If your enemy finds a way around, your position and tactics are compromised. There are a number of strategies you can employ at this point, you can look them up if you want, but suffice to say the bulk of these lead to retreat. Then you regroup and restage to reform a more defensible line.

Unfortunately, however, if that keeps up for long, you reach a place where there is no exit. All your lines are gone and somebody else is doing the drawing. If you surrender, you might be tolerated. If you resist, are a criminal.

There is really no limit to how far it can go. Everything you think that has value only has value here and now and only because you are there to give it value. The value is not the thing itself, but your perception of the thing.

It can all be lost forever like a kite in the wind.

Sleep and eat.  That's what I'm supposed to do.  All the while I'm being endlessly hounded by countless minions of policy with the triple-press forms of death.  Sign here, initial that, give us the right to banish my cat.  Miss one question, or check the wrong box, include the wrong receipt, and my coverage is canceled.  I can refuse but my coverage will be canceled.  If I get agitated we won't feel safe and I will get arrested and my coverage will be canceled.  And after the policy review, for some reason unbeknownst, my coverage might be canceled. I might consider getting a lawyer or that is it: I am out of the system.

Just so, I can get the drugs, that keep me alive, but can't make me well - in fact they make me feel sick. I have to go to the doctor to get the right drugs, and I have to go to the lab so he can measure the results. Then back to the pharmacy to pick up another script, or not. Repeat for 30 years.

Swoosh.

Become one or die and be one.  You figure it out.