I've got a couple of things stashed in my Sta.sh, but they are old and not my favorite pieces. I simply don't feel that they represent who I am in the "Now," such as the now might be. Daily I'm discovering new facets and rediscovering old aspects of my self. I understood that I was in flux, but was never quite sure what that meant for me in functional terms. It appears as though the greater consciousness has decided that I must investigate this peculiar quality to the fullest extent. I know what tomorrow holds, at least in rough line sketch, but beyond that everything is (to reference a well loved novel series) shades of Amber. Order an