Sometimes, when you look into the mawing abyss of the universe, and you feel that maybe you are sending bottled messages into the ocean, and no one is responding to your query letters, well, then the universe will send you a way to make you feel included.
In my case, that is the dozens of students that I’ve seen today who want help without about everything under the sun. So, it does matter that I exist. And I shouldn’t be having any time to think about the silence of the submission.
The mystery of life? Sometimes you can have no rain, and it can pour AT THE SAME TIME.
Off to faculty luncheon. Will nod and smile a lot.