As I get older.

Spaces open up in the expected.

Long enough and frequently enough to consider them more. And more.

Maybe I just cannot hold on to the illusions as easily any more. You know, those things we build and expect to last forever. They seem these days to be walls with no doors.

Yes as I get older the gaps have become more like the real building blocks.

I like this arrangement. The Mountain, the emptiness, the way the moon highlights only part of the pattern, that I might call natural order.  And that it's temporary. Not stitched together. Why isn't the thought just as valuable as the thing? I'm thinking because mostly the thoughts are not shared. They get run over by the thing-ness.

I''m removing the password/protected content concept from Feel Free.  I should have that done by day's end.  It will be Just Open.