A hand moves, and the fire's whirling takes different shapes,
triangles, squares: all things change when we do.
The first word, "ah," blossomed into all others.
Each of them is true.

it's funny how, whn I find I cannot uncover the words to express what I want to say, I find a Buddhist monk has already done it for me! This place has been a pleasure and a pain for me. A joy I will re-live often in my dreams. Time to bury the modem. goodbye to all of you who have touched me most profoundly. penny