081613 #worm I remember one thing, though: the slivery grain of the anguished floor of the attic over the trancendental transgressive transponder house of transition. Where I went from one kind of life into another, into the one I'm "in" now, if that makes sense. I must have done that--we all must have done that a million times. Sometimes you can just see it. I mean, how many shooting stars have there ever been? How many have you personally seen? Okay.