i_was_saved_by_a_book werewolf which doesn't sound very sophisticated, but it is true. and sophistication really is just a way of making the truth sound more true (by knowing how to lie if necessary). and no i don't mean in the sense that a book saved me from the burning raft on which i'm stranded. rather i learned that i didn't have to experience everything just to understand one thing. the books could do that for me. and of course the sense of the world we're born into would play its role. i mean cavemen didn't have to reinvent the wheel because they invented it. for a while that purity astounded me. but then again, they also had the mercy of dying youngly. which perhaps is the only grace which sustained that effort. i mean then you can not have come back with enough non-answers to start to thinking, maybe one's not coming. too soon to tell and then you check out. and the question doesn't start to wear on you. and you aren't forced to face your hope, the hope you and i also have, that things will be different in the world in a bit, or that your experience of it will be different, if there's a difference. the hope you read books to play with. 060920 what's it to you? who go blather from