Everything in its place. In time, everything falls where it's meant to. Call it karma. That feeling of knowing there's something behind that fog, of perfectly sensing every nuance, but not being able to see it clearly. And one day, I snap my fingers and appear by your side. Well, yes!! That's how it was and that's how it's been. And I wouldn't trade that for anything!! I want to promise myself, even though I know myself a little bit now, not to doubt my intuition, my feelings, my little antenna again. Not to listen to anyone, whoever they may be, who makes me doubt my perception. It has never failed me and I don't think it ever will. What can we do? There are people with their demons, to whom they surrender themselves with navel-gazing. There are people who are just passing through. There are people who have their angels in the form of sensitivity, and when they allow themselves to listen to them, everything falls into place perfectly. Maybe we're not all the same. Maybe appearances are just that. And sooner or later, the fog dissipates.

Months of swallowed alphabet soups, but everything that goes in eventually comes out again in the predetermined order. Rain that cleanses and purifies, watching the moon fill. We all have what we are. Everything comes, looks at you, changes you, gives you perspective, and lets you continue on your path.Only what truly matters stays with you. What's worthless is left behind for you to observe, distorted, through the rain sliding down the rear window. Increasingly formless. Increasingly resembling its true nature. Each day it becomes clearer why it's behind you, why it's not worthy of sitting beside you. Each day closer to the vortex of the swirling water that spills from the sink.

Every entity in its place, reaping its harvest. Cheers and enjoy!