{I should own up to the science fiction side of my existence. Because it doesn't seem to be as evident here as it is in my little interior world. It's what started my intellectual/spiritual life. Coloring in the skeletal outlines drawn by the rote drills of school and church. My favorite sci-fi moment was an early Twilight Zone episode. The one where the old witchy-Appalachian grandma's sweeping her house with a broom or using the broom to try to sweep these pesky little *things* out of her house. They're like termites in the winged phase, like bugs. And she's getting progressively more desperate with it. And at the end you see these markings on the *bugs*...}