Need an answer . . . call a friend, query Google, look it up, sort through books on a shelf, worry.
You’ve seen a stirred up mud puddle and you’ve seen the same puddle a few hours later when all the mud has settled.
There are no answers in turmoil, nor is there perfection.
Clarity often comes by just waiting. Letting your mind settle so truth can be seen.
Funny how this place remains the last place to which people want to turn for assistance.
The Infinite 