A cowboy riding through the mid west flailing his gun around his head. And you thought you were random...lolz.
The truth of the matter is that there isn't one, rather a multitude of possibilities each with their own advantages and disadvantages, none being an absolute perfect fit, and none being as marvelous as it might first appear either, yet it is tempting to look at the multitudes and imagine ...... (The first thing that popped into my hea dafter writing that sentence is, it would make a grammar nazi have a seizure.)
I really have to wonder if it isn't a matter of keeping choices open as ultimately all the data points to this very fact - either that or pure, unadulterated fear of what might happen if the walls which supposedly do not exist are allowed to crumble - God help me if that happens.
I am sorry S C, but I find this game does wonders for me by letting my vomit forth streams of conscious thought that I would otherwise leave buried and unfortunately most of these posts only make sense when viewed from behind my own eyes.
*Silence .... no thoughts ... marking someone walking out of my life who no label would do justice to.* 9:32: The End.
Oh no, it's fine, after my first response I went through and read it more carefully, but by the rules of the game, I had to post what I thought first.
