I'm sensing a disturbance here. The kind of thing that once was. I'm finding blinding lights and walking down darkened hallways. I'm sailing sinking ships. I said friendships to the wind but I'm finding that I need them. I'm left with anchors, rusted chains. A man once told me think of yourselves as a fingers. Alone, a finger can't grasp or form a fist. But together you are a hand and together you can do anything.