Here we go round the mulberry bush

For all that one discovers about life, people, oneself, the questions that make us vulnerable never quite disappear..they just seem to appropriate new forms, dimensions, lyrics. Fools or heroes, what we are seems not-so-significant in comparison to what we seem. At the moment what i seem to myself is hovering woefully close to the embarrasing side of the spectrum. And it does just when i'd convinced myself i was venturing, in all-weather gear, towards horizons previously visited by Ulysses or the likes. Sigh.