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I have some friends who are young, passionate, confused, and wrestling with seriously pissed off demons with age and experience. It’ll take at least a decade to shake them free. I worry about my friends like I worried and still worry about myself. So much has come into clarity and has not surprisingly formed new questions that may or may not find conclusions. Often I think there’s little I can do to help them. Everything I’m facing I realize is my own thing and cannot be relieved by external aid. It is significant downpour.

No guarantee sanity will stick…