Many years ago I was struck with an idea. And when I began to walk down the path that the idea had put before my feet, all I could hear was the word disengage repeating over and over in my head. Of course I made a choice and continued down the path and with that I chose to disregard the word that repeatedly popped into my subconscious. And, of course, I have been living with the results of that choice for a very long time. Elaborate defenses of metaphor have been constructed, for better or worse... To quote: "So here is us, on the raggedy edge." Back again is the idea. Different to be sure, but the essence is the same. And I do not have the slightest idea which way to point this time. The circumstances seem a bit more complicated this time, although they may not, in reality be complicated in the slightest. My read on the subject is not as clear as it could be. And while the word seems to be echoing from the past, it is the uncertainty that seems to have my attention this time. And I think I like it that way. End of line. For the time being.