Imagine that you are sitting in a roller coaster. The train has just left the station and is heading up the long hill. Your seat has tipped back, and all you can see is the sky ahead... except that your eyes are closed tight with fear...
You can't close your ears, so you hear the sound... click... click... click... as the train is pulled ever-higher up the hill. click... click... click... You are frozen, waiting for the clicking to stop and that indescribable stomach sensation when the train starts to pick up speed. click... click... click...
350 PPM, 370 PPM, 390 PPM... click... click... where is the top of the hill?
You don't know where the top of the hill is. You just know you don't want to be on this ride. You can't get out. You could yell "Stop the ride!" and someone might listen, and shut off the engine... but once the clicking stops, it will be too late. Definitely too late. Once the train starts rolling downhill, there is no hope of control.
The top of the hill, in this little visualization, is any process that can be started by excess carbon dioxide, and perpetuates itself once it's started. For example, once the Greenland ice cap melts, it won't reform till the next ice age; the darker land and lower elevation will keep enough snow from sticking. Even a partial melt will be enough to accelerate the melting process. If we want the Greenland ice cap to survive, we have to shut down the roller coaster... before the serious melting starts.
Another hill we probably don't want to fall down is permafrost melting. It's bad enough that this would release methane, which is a potent greenhouse gas - on the time scale of decades (which may be all the time we have left to repair the atmosphere), it's many times worse than carbon dioxide. But I just heard today something that scares me even more. Once permafrost melts and starts to decompose, the heat of decomposition will keep it thawed and rotting - even in temperatures which would have kept it frozen. Once the rotting gets underway, the roller coaster is over the hill.
Click... click... click... wait for the sick drop as the bottom falls out...
Or yell "Stop the ride!" loud enough to be heard over the roar of the engine.