This is a time of perpetual discomfort. One is constantly shifting one's weight, to attempt to achieve some new stable constellation of being which spares one pain, which can take the form of anything from minor changes in habit to major changes in lifestyle, but all of which is often fleeting nevertheless. This is the case because one is part of a massive process of contraction and shift. One is necessarily a part of falling empire, whether inside it or out. One is even part of the beginning of the end of a civilization, a thousand year old meta-organism, if one can begin to describe it.
All human relations are necessarily implied in one's person: one is acted on by one's peers, one's peers are acted on by their peers, and their peers are acted on by further peers, and so on.
Though uncomfortable, this is not a state of affairs to be afraid of. It is what is happening and is what will happen yet. Still, there are always ways to shift to positions of comfort, at least temporarily. There is always room to breathe.
