The courts of a jester are not always happy, but sometimes carry a somber tone. To make light of death is as dark a day as anyone could imagine, yet that is what we have done. Take to heart those feelings you carry on the death of your loved ones but know that it is only fleeting. What happens may happen, and what doesn't happen never will. The dark clouds may gather, but know that tomorrow the sun may break through and warm the wilting earth. I have killed a limb of my own, a simple tool, so that others may know that life is only the temporary suggestion that our planet gives us. There is so much more but it is hard to see when surrounded by life. The jester bounces along, still laughing even when all will think he is a fool, only to bring us to realize that there is more than this. Don't think that for one minute my spirit has said that it's okay to toy with death and the emotions of those cyberpresences that I call my friends, for it's not, but I have only wanted to prove a point, if not to just myself. As for the future I will remain airlynx, for it is who I've always been. But the man you know as experimental is dead. If you find this confusing I only offer you to seek the answers, for it is what keeps the brain alive. They are contained in the history of experimental. Chip