Just when I found a focus, I already can’t stick to it. Apparently, I just needed a little butter to get the gears turning. Well, round and round they go.

And this is not my fault. I am not the one who brought the book home. I just showed up and it was here, and I was drawn to the red, wax seal, so strategically placed as to create attractive packaging that would make me buy something regardless of what was inside. So I picked it up and read it aloud, in my important voice, with long, dramatic pauses.

While I know it, perhaps now I might finally understand it.

The Secret.