"You come to nature with all your theories, and she knocks them all flat."
Pierre Auguste Renoir
(1841-1919)

I ween that I hung on the windy tree.
Hung there for nights full nine.
With the spear I was wounded and offered I was to Odin.
Myself to myself.
On the tree that none may ever know what root beneath it runs.
None made me happy with loaf or horn;
and there below I looked
I took up the runes - shrieking I took them
and forthwith back I fell.-Havamol

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Have you ever tried to reach out - your soul aching - for a "sign" - and had the people you needed the most - fail you?