How would I tell someone what happened here? No words led me to it, after all. How do you explain the quiet quality, the seldom expressed expression, of its dual nature and function as a spiritual dojo? A place to confront your ego. The ebbs and the flows after. To see all the many relatedly unrelated pieces of your life fitting just right. All falling silently into place when you find and accept yours. All comes together.

You meet your undeveloped self at the bottom of 10,000 hours of 10-Ks and 10-Qs. He's by your side during the back testing of a thousand look back periods. He's at the helm during the cloudy storm of execution. The cloud of inner insecurity is him. The cloudy fear. The absence and lack. The unchecked desire for outcome. All the as of yet un-dealt with traumas. These and him are there, staring you and yourself down. A piercing gaze if ever the was one.

Something revealing happens when market becomes mirror. It's the best therapist you've never had. It never lies if you don't. To find and integrate the patterns within yourself is the more transformative gain. There is a peace and acceptance there which will forever and always escape a word.

How do I ever thank you for the final nudge toward the stage? To help me on my way? One of the best and most transformative performances of all goes unseen by all but one. I will speak this time of it for us both, but I will Know of it for myself. And that is enough for me.

Thank you.