NOT following the threads too closely, PeterT, jeez, then how close is too close and whatever is there left to be doing with what’s left of your day that is not implanted foothold into these threads? Sometimes I wonder if there is another place that is not withinside these threads. A place that is real & not digital, not cerebral, and in that place is where most probably DB spends more time being (just being) than even we do in his or any absence of the light or the heartbeat in one’s hands. The lives we live, the walls we paint, the doors we build to close & open, the foods we prepare, the lawns & rock gardens we tend, the progeny who both love and resent us, the fortunes that came in their own way and whose fortunes that never came but sent woes instead. PeterT, you teach with the sweat of your brow and the sorrow of your wisdoms and the sights of your wonder and the dreaded curriculum that pigeonholes whilst it scowls, and yet how many go too un-taught in a realm of ignorance brought unto the world by the most ignorant rising to religious & militant & government & blankety-blank-blue-blooded power. All of us ..the teacher ..the student ..the warrior……amidst this Quintessence of Dust …and rust.

(Don’t fret, Cy, be well.)