'Often times the Wester Sea welcomed new islets, new deep sea animals, new seabird species, and occasionally a Westerlinga castaway. Whenever the brownlings flew off northward, Dalriata's island folk themselves wisely took off to places of safety. Unexplained changes, timeshifts and place shifts were bound to occur, both good and bad in fortune's dice throw. Some said it was the Dark One's doing, others that Mither Irth was weary herself and disturbed in her creation.. Some folk, high and low born disappeared. Farms, fishing havens, even, once, a whole trading community, disappeared, perhaps to reappear somewhere, somewhen else, mayhap in the Sunset Lands..' AULD AINGEUS' TALES OF THE AULD TYMES. Perhavn Press, Bethounburgh After a period of VUE misery, I carried out a complete reinstallation on my 32 bit PC, and lo and behold it seems to work very well. I feel that I would like to do the same with my life, spiritual, social and physical. Months fly past, and I am so busy that oft I miss days. I carry out everyday actions and procedures, but seem to make a habit now of missing bits out. As I feel less adequate I am ironically asked / expected to do even more. Old age or perhaps just stress. I don't know, but I do know that I hope that He will carry me part of the way, as my sight dims, and thoughts fall over themselves. So for or all my fellow sufferes out in Renderosityland, who find life wearisome or a palpable burden, I say 'Have hope. He is with you all days, till the end of time. He will call you home, and bid you take His hand. Be not afraid. Be ready. Trust in the Lord always. Good night and God bless you all, John.