Sometimes I wonder what or who is running through your mind, Brick. Here we lay or, are again. You say, "The best part of this is when you lose yourself Jenny". Forever, I always thought how beautiful that was. Today, I'm not as sure. The picture I painted years ago was my idealism. I realize now that it has no border. Why won't you let it have a border? You missed me for the wrong reasons. I remembered the painting. It brought me back here, yet again.