I was asked recently if I still saw the possibility of R in my stich. It took me a few minutes to answer.
Before answering I had some what of a vision. I was walking a tight rope above two tall buildings. I was carrying an abnormally big balancing stick. There were two nets one on each side and a long deep drop to the city streets. I could hardly see the cars driving across the road. There were visible tears on each net. One to my right and one to my left. They did not worry me. I knew I could fall in either direction and still land safely into one.
The thought had many unusual metaphors than how I normally think . . .
