Diane writing this on the fly without my glasses, lol, couldn't find them by the bed this morning and on two hours sleep, I was up the whole night laying in bed thinking, about words and music, poetry and art actually and those bugs, stuff like this. I listened to David Bowie and Lou Reed last night, and it just set my head a whirl. Some of Bowies lyrics and sound put me somewhere else in myself. I appreciate what you said, it makes one aware that the idea being presented is not lost. On doors and windows, I think this is a very personal spiritual experience for you, my mom dreams of them also, and of houses as well. I read that it means attaining some kind of knowledge and then moving again into another doorway for a different kind of knowledge and so on and so on. I still keep to my heart my Chrysalis image and poem, something that I treasure of my own, because the picture was a photograph I took of my mother, and it was her very favorite of my written work.