no one understands? Everyone reaching out to share, to explain, to seek, to find. Adrift, clutching, hiding, needing. Answers, truths, realities challenged. The challenge becomes the norm. The spinning of mental balm the talent. Fine, but yet we seek the truths again and again. Will we recognize them when we see them? Moments of truth will either rise like the morning sun or crash upon our heads to bring us to our knees.