How to remain whole in the midst of the distractions of life; how to remain balanced, no matter what forces tend to pull one off center; how to remain strong, no matter what shocks come in at the periphery and tend to crack the hub of the wheel. The final answer, I know, is always inside. We are hungry, and not knowing what we are hungry for, we fill the void with endless distractions, always at hand. Suddenly the spring is dry; the well is empty. The problem is how to still the soul in the midst of its activities. In fact, the problem is how to feed the soul. When we start at the center of ourselves, we discover something worthwhile extending toward the periphery of the circle. We find again some of the joy in the now, some of the peace in the here, some of the love in me and thee which go to make up this heaven on earth.