It seems these things come and go in cycles. I wonder if it is related to the animals need to hibernate, driven into their dens and caves to sleep away the long winter nights in relative safety.

If there is any comfort in knowing you are not alone in the days of suffering, let it be so. Too many of us bear this crazy burdon. Be heartened that we mostly pass this way, perhaps repeatedly, but do move on to the return of better days.

My son, who was in Japan and now returned, thinks there is a bit of the shaman in the mentally ill person. Maybe he is right. We need to learn to find some value. Precious metals come from the dirt.

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