It's been quite a year in the world that revolves around The Wheel. As an author, I feel as though I'm living in Slate's world. Things spin, then they're different, and I can't seem to get my footing back. In Chapter 39, we read, "Stabilize the draft field." No such luck. The priest - one bar only - says, "The sensors can't pin down his location."
Apply this example to your own life. You'll find you're more like Slate than you suspect. You wake up one morning, and you've got a marriage, or too many houses, or your house is being repossessed. Maybe you've lost someone in an accident. Whatever, the world's different - and without warning. You can no longer pin the world down, because it's not what it's supposed to be. It's not what it was yesterday, and you're lost.