It was remarkable how much a minor ache or sore throat could sidetrack his mindset. Just these little things… relatively small for a full-sized human, like a thorn in a lions paw, that nevertheless commanded continuous attention. A little yappy dog to its unfortunate owner: I’m here. I’m here. I’m here. Over here. I’m here. Preventing any sort of flow from happening, or happiness from forming. But then sometimes, he would locate the willpower to step back, look at the affliction and say, “You are there”, “You are there”, “You are there”. And it would calm. “There you are”. And it would quiet.