Therein lies the problem. I've got no fucking idea. Just a sort of hollow clang to everything that used to jingle in my life. It'll pass. I hope.
"Thirty spokes meet at a nave; Because of the hole we may use the wheel. Clay is moulded into a vessel; Because of the hollow we may use the cup. Walls are built around a hearth; Because of the doors we may use the house. Thus tools come from what exists, But use from what does not." - Tao Te Ching I think of that whenever I feel an overwhelming void. God Bless +