big question on table........

why the need for such extreme privacy??

to what end??

i seem to be filled with some kind of guilt......

whats that about??

curiouser and curiouser.......

after all......

single, white, female.......right??

what have my past experiences taught me........

or rather........what have they so repelled me against?

why am i ridden with this need for such extreme discretion?

is it possible that ive taken the privacy issue a bit too far......

and now i cant get back!!

im swimming out there with the sharks, and i cant reach dry land!!!

but i must!!!!

WE must!!!

for out there, amid the 'blood waters'.........(akin to the Nile).......

its DANGEROUS!!!!

and DEADLY!!!!

problem is...........its dangerous on dry land as well.......

conundrum........

were caught, all of us, in webs of our own making........

weve spun these webs from the finest silk worms in the chinese market.......

and weve entangle and enmeshed ourselves into the epicenter of 'said webs'.......

and we simply cannot escape the entanglements.......

even though the silken threadwork is so fine.....

we dwell inside these tents weve pitched.......

on gravel roads.......

atop featherbeds.......

confusing........ to say the least.........