I walked into a big-box store that was offering various alphabet-soups at discount prices. I wasn't sure how much they were worth to me.

At each booth, there were several shoppers hovering around as if forming a convention. They were arguing as to whether the price was better somewhere else. I went back to my usual activity of looking for something that doesn't exist.

When that ended, something found me. It always seems to work that way. Figuring it's all destiny, and likely for just a moment, I let the magic do its own work as I learned along the way.

There was no advice to give, only to find, and without effort. After all, if I had re-designed the White House, I'd probably have to listen to what the janitor had to say about it.