I've had this idea rolling about for some time now. It has been restlessly trying to take form. I've been discussing throughout the pages of this blog for several years about how it was (is) that I fell off the cushion - "Help - I can't get up!"
There are times when we can find ourselves walking in balance. This sense of balance, much like that of the "weebles wobble and they don't fall down" - you fret not when times are rough; you know that, "what goes up, must come down." The cold of winter will one day be transformed into the budding growth of springtime.
But what happens when things seem to turn into a proverbial "ice age." That all you have lived, all that you have learned, "implies a discovery of facts to which he does not know how to adapt himself."