The vibe I sent with it... changed just this evening becoming more poignant and "graceful" (did you do that, lol?) rather than wry, humorous ownership of absurdity. I understood it on a deeper level this evening after using the very skill I derided to help reconcile two people in pain... I provided a filtered bridge in their communication, a translator of sorts, the objective observer who doesn't judge or assign blame.

I wrote it after burning out on absorbing so much repressed emotion and angst and trying to help others deal... I think it was a moment of moving into whiny territory, when gifts make you feel blessed with suck. Perhaps it was me inviting the universe to acknowledge me, not a demand for meaning or desperate cry for attention, but more like I'm here, wondering what it all means like everyone else and I have no answers, just more questions. How the hell am I helping?

So what began as bemoaning the path I chose became celebration of the path. The way out's the way in. This is a rescue mission, we're saving ourselves and too foolish to even see it until we get a wink. The funniest thing... we only have to ask for it. :)