lunar andru235 he watches me, not knowing what he sees in his little book, he charts each movement and notes the time am i but a big, lumpy rock? or is there something more ... ? do he even know what he is looking for? for his exuberant sense of certainty implies that he does not. i have very little interest in revealing myself to him. let him think that i am merely a large, obtuse sphere. let him think that i do not cry or laugh. he thinks my oceans are empty? then let him drown, drown, drown in them. 051113 ... Doar i now have 20 points. and nicely done andru235. 051114 what's it to you? who go blather from