The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.

Some sources of orientation stay constant whether or not anyone knows you are lost. They do not respond to you, they are not arranged for your benefit, and they are steady for exactly that reason. When you have wandered off your own path, what helps is rarely a new idea; it is something old and fixed you can steer by. A reliable bearing is worth more than a clever one.

Name the two or three things that have held steady through every version of your life. A person, a practice, a place. When the next confused week arrives, go to one of them before you go looking for answers.