I am sitting in the humid darkness and I believe myself to be surrounded by wise people. They are telling me this and that. And it is making sense! People from such different walks of life…they are older and maybe a little younger. I thought I would enjoy most hearing myself talk. But it turns out that I don’t. Because I want to hear what she and he and you are telling me. I want that instruction. I want that opinion. Because I have been cut loose and I am floating free and I am searching for someone and something and everyone and everything to attach to. Rain drops from the heavy clouds and no one cares because they are too busy giving and giving themselves. This is how it seems to me at least.