There are turmoils in everyone's life and finding the way through those difficult times is the subject of many essays, poems, and treatises. In many ways, traversing these troubled times is like walking through a painting by M.C. Escher, while accompanied by the Scream, following a map made by Salvador Dali. I think, however, we can find aides and guides. Whether seeking help from Deity above (or deeper Deity, below), in the end they don't walk our paths and cannot truly be of full assistance. I've found only one person walks with us, and that's the laughing trickster.

Or maybe not.

Perhaps it's all just a joke that teaches us to stand on our own.