The I Ching tells me to find the answer in myself, through peace and inner reflection.
I don’t know what I am or where to find anything inside me.
I want help but I don’t want to think.
I have put myself in a pot of boiling oil and I am surprised that the oil is hot.
The longer I wait the hotter the oil gets.
I don’t know how to hold two things at once.
I want to wake up and find something and follow that somewhere.
I would like to follow something wherever it might go.
There is no deus ex machina but I would like it if there was one (so I could follow it home).
Instead of being careful I’m looking through a window, but the window is smeared with grease.
I keep expecting to see something outside the window.
There’s nothing outside the window and nothing is coming.
I don’t know who or what I’m looking for.