Buddy found himself in the basement with a knife to his arm listening to Mommy stomp around in the kitchen above and laugh. He’d been unemployed for months and another company just called to let him know he wasn’t quite the right fit. They went with a man named The Duke instead.

Buddy had never met The Duke but knew the name. In seven months, Buddy got seven interviews, and in seven interviews Buddy got seven second interviews, and in seven second interviews, Buddy got passed up for The Duke who accepted the job seven times.

Now Buddy had moved into his Mother’s house where she was retired and wine drunk and laughing and Buddy was in the basement cutting away at his arm to make himself feel better, but getting just a little more miserable with every cut. The next cut, though, Buddy knew the next cut would make things better.

One cut later, there was a knock at the door. Another cut, and there were two sets of feet stomping around in the kitchen upstairs. Another cut, and the laughter upstairs doubles, and one final cut, the one that’s going to make it all better or all go away, the one that’s going to make all this
Suffering
Into something worthwhile, and the door opens.

“Hey Buddy, there’s someone here I want you to meet.”

When the Great Work throws you into the Orbit of another,
Do not resist the gravity.