I'm trying to get to a space where I'm good. My wife's good. My kids are good. The plan is good.

I'm broken. The plans broken. The game is rigged.

That's what I'm talking about. That's the talk that I'm hearing. What happens when you work so hard that it makes you broke and turns you crazy?

Where's my strobe light? Such good memories from the night we used the strobe. It's right here. I can taste it. The strobe is on in a parallel universe. How do you shift universes? I keep ending up in the wrong ones.

When does God go from personal to universal? That's all we need. To see ourselves in everyone. To see God in everyone. When we hurt others we hurt ourselves. When we help we heal. How can I help?