There is always something that we, each, can do to right a wrong, even if it is hardly noticeable, in making the world a better place even for just one person at a time. We, each, can do at least one right thing at a time. It is in thinking that we are a nobody that to nobody that somebody, another nobody, gets away feeling uncared, unmattered, unseen, in a world full of busy people. We don’t have fixed relationships, just fixed names of relationships. Do we care enough to unstuck and make life work for the better beyond the abuse and torture in the name of love?