I am aligned with the highest frequency of love.

Wheel alignment is a matter of fractions of a degree. Nobody notices it in the first mile. Over ten thousand miles it wears one edge of a tyre down to nothing and pulls the whole car steadily to the left.

That is a better picture of this than anything mystical. Being aligned with love means the small angle of the ordinary choices — how you answer, what you assume about people, what you decide to let go of — points the same way across years.

No single day proves anything either way. The tyres do.