Achieved a lot. Used to the stick. The only carrot was getting back that trusted hug, and that smile of acknowledgment. That you exist. Until he said “but stop those power games”.
Money and good standard of living – signs that you got there. But now it’s all about staying hanging on the rock – all fingers and toes extremely tense. You had some kind of weakened phase: the discipline appeared to have eaten you alive. But it was just an appearance – you’re here, with body and spirit and all. And you still make things.
The search for this life’s importance, despite all the knowledge that such importance simply cannot be expressed and is difficult to grasp anyway. You grasp it really when you don’t think about it.
The discipline is one of the line family. You’ll find its new face soon.