A compass in a magnetic storm, my needle spun erratically. I had to close the door and stand before the mirror. I had to remember true north or risk spinning into collapse. Remember the people who know the direction of the magnetic pole as well as I do, the people who have recognized in me the intention of truth, though I may sometimes lose my inner fight and have to retreat.

Gallileo Gallilei, a courageous and honest man, folded under the pressures of the church to not see what he saw, what he understood to be logical, to be fundamental. I hope he had such a room, such a door, such a mirror and such friends.