Strange, how fate and purpose step on my toes again. Conflict comes, and I'm in the fight. Neutrally. Finding a way to chastise everyone, eloquently, peacefully, harmlessly. Statements withdrawn, guns withdrawn, they all return to their posts. Misunderstandings somehow get caught in the middle of my speech on top of the soapbox. It is raining tonight. Cold, bright, gentle. I suppose it's not up to me every night to earn my sleep. Sometimes my purpose in life, my one knack for somehow saying the right thing (or the wrong thing) at the right time, just bears that much weight.