You tune into the children's shows of your childhood's time. You see a program you have not seen since a little one. A dear show about the two last birds of a beautiful species. The are flying far to find each other and mate to continue there race. But the female is shot by a hunter on the way just as they where in site of each other. The film ends with the lonely male, the last of it's kind flying into the sunset on droopy wings as sad violin music plays. You cry openly and it cleanses you. Old wounds are now healing, bad energies purged. You actually stand a quarter inch taller now that your cinched up for years muscles relax. As is well now. You understand.