interesting, life gets interesting, the musing count increases, increasing interest, interesting increase, but complications in life certainly occur, and wrenches are thrown into gears, plans of rodents don't work out, fairy tales? blueprints? ha, stars aligning, planets and syzygy, but really, how does one get off this crazy spinning world? maps and directions well understood, easy to follow, but verbal reinforcement makes things stranger, i begin to wonder if i had it down pat anyway, just looking at the maps, just reading the directions, right off mapquest, easy to follow, easy to understand, turn here, turn there, exit off ramp 236 going west, take the next train to clarksville, railroad to georgia, but i digress, don't i? nails cut too short, but time enough to grow, clothes unkempt, packed in piles, and days, mere days, and maybe, just maybe 3 years is a good enough cycle, and worlds will collide, and i can be left standing holding the dust in the palm of my hand, but when they say it, it's different, no longer my own inner voice, inner voice telling me, not the subconscious, not the unconscious, not the id, not the little angel sitting over my right shoulder, nor the devil on my left, but a voice on the other side of my ears, that makes all the difference