Sorrow had filled my heart for weeks, and appeared to me to simply be melanocholy. I had thought perhaps because my unhappiness had been at the hands of another. I blamed the sorrows placed upon me as a cause of the external world, all while ignoring the very thing that could help allelivate it. I had not fully 100% understood that knowledge was such an essential part of our existence, and didn’t recognize that my agitation had stemmed from the lack of diving deeper into it during that time span. For those weeks I had stepped off your path, and temporarily looked away from truth. My grasp was strong, but perhaps my hand had less severity of the grip as I had before. Alhamdulillah.