There appear to be lawyers and contractors and housekeepers and presidents, but in the end, everyone has the same job:
To return me to sanity.
Their job is to present themselves as evidence of the kindness and benevolence of the universe and, if necessary, wake me up to the ways in which I’m asleep to that kindness and benevolence.
Everyone does their job perfectly.
Whenever I think, “They’re not doing their job,” they are doing their job. They’re alerting me to an argument I’m having with reality. An argument I lose 100% of the time.
My job is to receive the signal, to get quiet, to clear up my thinking.
When I’m doing my job, I can see everyone’s doing their job perfectly.