I am desperate for solution. My blog post turned into a chat box last night.
I am weary, luckily. I know my own limitations. Hence, 50%. This either means, no solution ever. Or I am powerless to find one on my own.
I see myself more as a Mulder than a Scully. I want to believe. IN something or someone. IN this way, it doesn't matter who. WRong? Maybe.
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