Excerpt: "Your natural instinct is to fix, organise, correct. But not all pain is a mistake. Not all disorder is a flaw. By any means possible, this mysterious eclipse wants you to feel the undermining force of what cannot be tabulated, to sit with what cannot be resolved. Not forever. Just long enough to remember that being human is not a project—it’s a practice..."

Excerpt: "Absolute frankness, for example, may seem like a virtue. But under this influence, it risks becoming self-importance masquerading as authenticity. Entertaining shocking ideas or people—transgressives, outliers, the wounded, the weird—is not a problem. But treating it all like theatre can cost you the nuance that true intimacy requires...."

Excerpt: "...Yet you cling to your old addiction—service and calculated strategy towards the grandiose notion that you are here for society's improvement. You default to being the keeper of secrets, of forbidden lists, the covert fixer-agent, the executioner of all things untidy, the cosmic hitman whose talent for calculation is mistaken for strength. It isn’t. Not here. Not now..."