Depression is highly adaptive, which is why it is available to us as a species. If it doesn't kill you you grow, is true in my experience. At least temporarily, and probably it will continue to lift, I am emerging from the darkness. Depression properly experienced is a massive slow down by the nervous system alerting the user that the information, assumptions, status on which one has been operating are subject to extreme question, and may need radical revision. Depression attempts to force all this to be considered. Many weeks ago I reported that for the first time, well, the second or third time, in my lifetime I have not felt like a complete alien. That I was among many spiritual Jedi by whatever name here at Standing Rock. My role was to try and encourage their flame to grow even brighter. The vast majority of what appeared to me to be spiritual Jedi have left the camp for reasons that I think are understandable but not necessarily good. I had not adjusted my role. The answers that have come to me in these last several days as to what my role should be equate to moving from being kindling to help more wood Catch Fire to resigning myself to being a spark, a match, a coal that aspires to remain hot in the event that tinder or dry wood emerges sometime soon, or in the distant future. This is a huge adjustment. But I am already making it. And as I said, the profound Darkness seems to be lifting.