She and I oscillate between minima and maxima constantly. At
times she is at her saddest, crying and confused about who she
is and what she should do. So, I approach my highest point, and
if I can't answer all of her questions at least I can be strong
while she deals with them. Then, like any unstable equilibrium,
we begin down the negative slope, and come to the abscissa,
where we are both content and happy for some infinitesimal
differential of time. Moving on I eventually fall into the
inevitable trough with its lowest point of detached self-
destruction. From there I can see her at her most stable,
providing what she can for me and hoping I don't exceed my
parameters.  This oscillation is continuous, even though at
times it seems almost as though it could be stochastic in its
variation. Some times our pattern of feelings is almost
predictable, like a pure y = sin(x). Other times it swings
rapidly from maximum to minimum and back in a matter of hours, y
= sin(100x), a high enough frequency to confuse any ob