It's all relevant.

Mathematics and science and history and music and art and psychology and psychiatry and religion and spirituality and economics and everything and anything else, when done exclusively accurately and fully and with nothing else added... is a way that proves and explains and expresses the point... Treat everyone and anyone you come across the way you want to be treated, you don't ever morally have to let anyone treat you the way you wouldn't treat anyone or everyone.

What goes around comes around. History doesn't repeat itself, but it rhymes... you can spiral out of control or into it. What you think, feel, say and do will find its way right back to you. You never morally need to feel any obligation to take what you wouldn't dish out, and you need to not dish out what you can't take. You know that you can't spit in the air and literally EXPECT it to turn into gold bullion before it falls back in your face. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. You can't wind someone up and wind them up and wind them up, and then let them go, and then expect nothing but a beautiful prom night afterwards.

It's all relevant. As my husband Teddy likes to say: Life imitates art and art imitates life.

No career is above any other. All roads lead to Rome, and all roads are necessary or they wouldn't have been built. A Montreal original: All busses lead to the metro and all the metros lead downtown. When you get lost in the commentary and start to get anxious or depressed or frustrated or confused, you might need to go back downtown to the point and start again. But it all leads back to the point. It's all there because of the point. Everyone has a valid, essential, important, necessary point. (I'm proud of the fact that I have been using that word "essential" to say we all are, since way before covid happened and "essential" became a buzzword.) It's all about the point. As Teddy's main spirit guide, Weinstock, tells us... it all comes back to love.