Robert Frost said:

We dance around in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

This poem comforts me. When I go back and read my inaugural post, I can see I’m not in the same mood today as I was then. This feels awkward. But the feeling of awkwardness comes from the fact that I am dancing around in a ring, I suppose. I waiver, I wander, I weave, I wobble. One day I’m full of piss and vinegar. The next day I’m as bland as warm milk. Or as odd as beer and sardines. But the Secret (the truth) sits in the middle and knows. Its perspective does not change.

See you tomorrow on the other side of the ring.