I try to hold on to something. An axis-like body. To watch the world spin around me while keeping the centrifugal force in check. This is the deal: one needs discipline, resilience, and self-pacing. I have been fortunate.
This axis has an inkling of solidity, yet shows amenability, allowing growth in strength with time: formless, hence accessible to change. I am a change agent in one sense, yet carry a hardened, heavy core to stamp my ground.