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May 30, 2003
My imagination is still caught by his suggestion. The Realist Within persists in reminding me I don't have any ideas. "I haven't YET had any ideas," I answer back, somewhere between stubborn and aggressive. "Perhaps it is time I gave them a chance to develop." At some point in the early morning train ride, I start ignoring the Realist Within altogether.

As a diversion, as a chance to explore that Terra Incognito of my soul, I will try to allow myself the freedom to ponder, to peruse, to play with the concept he turned loose in those wide open spaces.