Jackie... I threw the ice upon water out as bait. I've packed it away in my head to see when something will remind me of it. I don't know how other people think, but I see our inner workings as being fluid. Some are fluid in and out; then there are those who are fluid in, but ice without, like a frozen pond.
Speaking of: What was it that Emerson said about (and here comes a horrible paraphrase) the majority of people spend their lives skating on surfaces?
Back to ice: Then there are those who come out of the night like icebergs, they are so deadly and rigid. But that's really an insult to ice bergs. (Is it one word or two?)
And, to maintain my persistence, is ice actually the lightest of minerals SG-wise?
I've gone fond of thinking of myself, incidentally, as being dense as iridium this week. Thanks, Stales!
Dub
