don't we all seek it ceaselessly? A visual of Mossy balancing on an egg a few blogs back comes quickly to mind. If Mossy had lost her balance she would have plunged into a rather icky mess (also created one for ME to clean up). And don't we find ourselves in an "icky mess" when we over or even under commit to the wrong or even right thing? I can seriously say from experience MISERY rules the day. It's as if a two year old picks up a crayon and begins to color every surface in the house and the coloring book. In other words, EVERYTHING is colored by imbalance, whether it's the culprit or not.