If there is a message here, a lesson, the one I wish to hold onto is infinite patience with myself and my peculiar ways of living life as a human, here and now. I will assume that for all my misgivings about myself and way of being that is not identifiable as perfection in any hemisphere, that I am not doing it wrong.
It is all pretty much the vast maze created in the cornfield, the one from which paying customers have to be rescued by people with maps. Only there are no people with actual maps, just their best guesses based on how they make it through. We've never been here before, none of this has been here before in exactly this way. The only old rules which apply have to do with love, kindness and, yes, patience. I am not entirely lost in the maze. I'm not afraid, for in any given moment, I do know where I am. I am here and if I don't thrash and fuss I am okay. The next moment will take care of itself.