Dear Mykel,

This morning, K told me to stop looking for answers. It will always be a tussle between logic and the gut. Right now, I am reminded of just why I have to stop looking for answers - my daily dose of stress balls. I've gotten the answers - including the stress balls - a long time ago, I just didn't pay too much attention. (But the stress balls sure know how to get your attention.)

I know, I know. You and K have given me the lowdown a long time ago. I refused to listen, or rather I was not in a position to listen.

It does get tiring. You search and search and you settle with a just-enough explanation. You sleep better at night but your mind continues to wander and you are left with the sinking feeling that that wasn't it.

Need to scratch the itch, even it means more welts and scars. But really, what does it mean to scratch the itch?

Leave the itch alone, let it persist without your eager nails, without your willing skin.

Ignore the itch, ignore that it is there. That it throbs, it persists, it screams.

Massive Attack's Teardrop nods in agreement.

A.