My heart swims in despair sometimes, and I find I can trace them only to trivial things as cause — for these are the straws that tip the balance into the red, the real mass of hurt hidden under the surface. And just as suddenly, my heart becomes light; and once again, I am left wondering what it is could be that has turned my attitude around. The real workings of my emotional character are a mystery; perhaps I am just too complicated? For if I recall correctly, when I was a child and spoke as a child, I knew what it was that made me glad, and what things that were that caused me distress. We many of us are now so complex we need the likes of therapists to look inside us from the outside and try and figure us out — simple introspection doesn’t prove enough. But I have an inkling that all it is sometimes when I am down is that there is a secret place where God tickles my soul. And for me, it’s as good an explanation as any.