I started to write the line, "I hide from no man..." but I had to stop after "no" I used to be able to write things like that and not feel hypocritical, funny but I think I'm freer now, or at least hiding from myself less. F. asked me, "why?" in a dream thursday night and I didn't even have to think before answering, I usually weigh my answers so carefully. In forum the other day I couldn't remember what 'tesseract' meant, but it used to be important to me. It's from A Wrinkle In Time. It was an idea Mr. Murray was working on before he went away. It's the fifth dimension, there a straight line is no longer the shortest distance between two points. It's like a fold in the line. In the book Mrs. Who illustrates it by holding the hem of her skirt between her two hands (within consideration of only three dimensions (or even with the fourth which, I think, was time, but I could be wrong) a line should be the shortest distance between two points i.e. her hands) and having an ant walk across it. Then she folds the skirt into her hands until the ant can step from one hand directly to the other, thats a time wrinkle, a tesseract, the fifth dimension. I remember I was reading The Hero & the Crown and a few other things where characters became greatly distanced from each other. I remember thinking at the time that love must work within the fifth dimension. I suspect this comes from being a romantic kid with an early exposure to physics. (Thanks, dad.) I don't know. I'm rambling. So here's an important question for anyone still reading: If you were my Nana (grandmother) would you like a very small painting of a rose with light coming out of it for your birthday/mother's day?