I believe we are predisposed to a certain destiny or fate, an evolved extension of winged migration or salmon spawning and until we accomplish that destiny, we are lost looking for signs to answer our soul's inquisitive affirmations. The obvious misfortune of others deluged with monumental challenge makes you want to help them figure out their purpose etched in their DNA but that only holds true if you yourself have figured out your own predisposition and then answered it.

So, fast forward to yesterday in Room 9 with 6 eyes looking at the asshole with the probe stuck up it. Bang-zoom it turns out it wasn't bad at all. This is 20 hours later and chewbacka's making himself felt on Day1 of this affair. Two weeks of this is just about right and no critique for repetition here (mmm-m-m good).

Some enchanted evening we'll be looking back on this as the start of rejuvenation
restoration
mawnback
crackup
rejizzification
thyroid post-'tate treatment

Capitulate - dance to the music of if not now, when? The astonishing rebound by July '22 is this years mission. You must remember this - a promise.