Nothing in the song comes in three kinds by accident. Food, faith, giving, letting go, knowing, firmness, joy — all of them sort by the same three strands. Drag the point inside the triangle and every reading below recomposes to the mix you are standing in.
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You cannot dial yourself serene. The point moves whether or not a hand is on it — that is the whole point of letting it turn. What the song offers instead is not control but two things.