Actually my Inner Self does live in a Temple, now that you ask. But it doesn't usually come fully armed with semi-automatic weapons. That's the fun part. I was discussing this very thing with some friends the other day-- how my lack of mobility is keeping me from the travel that I love so much but with Poser, I can go to the stars. Hmmm. . ."people we will never be, places we will never see, clothing that. . .would be frowned on" All that sounds really good to me, but then I am the people, I see the places when I create the pictures-- if not before-- and having made them, they are now a part of my world, for better or worse. I have shaped them into my vision. To the best of my as yet limited ability. Why would you assume that any piece of art wouldn't be a door -- a wide open door-- into that artists head? [understanding when I say art, I include good art, bad art and cr*p art] You get me, you get my world. Emily