is there a time when we’re less– when our thoughts are unkind, and we are miserly with our...

is there a time when we’re less– when our thoughts are unkind, and we are miserly with our thanks and forgiveness and every slight sets a boil in that slow sluggish organ of your outrage?  i have eaten too much, been too much out of doors; crave a Hard Reset.  You ever look for something in the dark?  You’re walking around, trying to map the space, wary of the furniture.  You touch with tentative hands, feel for shapes, edges– a hardness, a soft.  Once upon a time you were young and you knew where everything was, where everything needed to be– what you didn’t have, you could get and who you were was the same person all the way through. 

Well forget it, there is only one path through these jungles and it is forward.