There is a sufi story I like about all these critters that live in a river with a terrible current. They cling on for dear life as the current tries to sweep them away. Occaisionally, one of them gives up, loses grip, just goes man. The others watch as the current bashes it against the rocks in its struggle to find a grip. It doesn’t and they never see it again. Gone. So they are terrified of the same fate. Sometimes while the rest are sleeping or engaged in their own struggles, one of them gets it. It lets go. It doesn’t try to find that hold. It just releases itself. The others can’t really notice but he current lifts you above the rocks if you aren’t trying to get back to them. It carries you swiftly and at some point puts you in the sea. You can make the sea whatever metaphor you want, but I gotta say brother. You got it when you wrote Change not Coins.