Any one of the thousand awful steps that led here could have turned in a different direction, and this point would not have been reached.
At any time, a different path could have been chosen.
We have watched each step taken, waiting for, hoping for, even trying (without success) to steer the course in a different direction.
This precipice should never have been reached.
One more step and everything will tumble so far down the chances of recovery are so unlikely they cannot be realistically considered.
We desperately, achingly, hope, while watching powerlessly the shuffle along the edge, that the next step will be in a different direction, a new direction, one of a better life.
Despite all the appalling damage already done, it is still not too late to turn in a different direction.
All we can do is watch as events unfold in slow motion.