nostatic at all...

It is interesting to watch things fly by your mind when you've gotten to a point where you actually occupy the observer seat. At least on occasion. And sometimes I have to laugh at us, because god knows I've cried enough. But the interesting part comes in asking why again. Now why are we doing this? Of course I have an answer for it, and it is valid (whatever *that* means), but that doesn't prevent the question from being asked again. And again. And each time the answer changes a little and becomes a little smaller impediment. Now isn't that curious?