it is true that the older i grow the harder it is to give people 'pat' answers or to provide clear right and wrongs. some things are still clear but others most others take on lines of their own like a spider web that starts out simple with clear bold black lines and gradually finer lines begin to fill in the sectors of the web each with a life of their own and they begin to criss-cross in seeming haphazard fashion sometimes you forget where the original bold black lines are found sometimes they have shifted or branched or disappeared and you sit like an insect caught in the middle of the web not by a roll of restraining saliva and webbing not by a living breathing dragon-spider with ready fangs but rather by indecision (of all things). the irony.