I'm going to sit with this one for a few days. I am adding many tiny black running raining stitches, to darken the outer space. A field of tiny stitches can be a like a color wash. This one, which started out as No Eye-dea, became Everything will Change and evolved into Moving Through..., might be all those things. Perhaps rearranged:
Moving Through No Eye-Dea to Know Everything as Change
I need to finish this one quietly before I continue with anything else. I feel confused. A little needle chanting without words usually clears that up.
As winter moves in, my thoughts brew differently. More indoor time and I am really in IT, that thing that holds my focus, I keep going all day and even all night , in my head. So it is easier for me to post in Diary Format, that is, create a daily post and add to it during the day. These changes are not delivered by the email subscription service for this blog. Because they are edits to the original post which is delivered only once. That being said, I still need to do it that way. Creating more than one post a day is ridiculous. So when I get into this continuous mode, I will make a note at the end of the post. So you know to check back for the whole story. If you care about that.