Ever never know what you're feeling? Got the input going out and the mind reeling backwards at an attempt to land the triple axel that we (in no uncertain terms) call an investment? My wiring is backwards. I cant feel what I dont know and dont know what I can feel. I look to like, but looking liking does not move without a heavy push from the more sentimental side of my romantic ideals. If I sent my heart to Paris it might have luck, but so far the Coup D'etat my brain has enforced remains steadfast. I guess I dont know where to run. I open doors with avengance but all that greets me on the other side is a brick wall. Intent on servicing my faulty software, I've attempted to call the man upstairs on my warantee with a little phone call they'll call prayer. Busy signals or disconnects buzz in my ear, in my brain, never patching me through to the correct channels, forcing me to take a backwater path to faith. And the dulcet tone of some thread that, though plucked, insists on leading me through all of this is all my ears can bare to my soul. Once again I have no facade to protect me from my own audience, an empty house open to the crowd of my doubts. Keep your feet off the seats, no food in the auditorium. Restrict the fun in an attempt to maximize the pleasure. Take a strategic and well thought attempt, leaving nothing to chance but the off chance I might change. Ranting and raving becomes my script, let this be my Hamlet. .Steve