As I seem to float away from the gravity of the black hole with ease like a marble down a street on a hill, I realize my change. I don't have a point to pin. It is one of the many inexplicable---at least---currently. Experience may show a different response, but I can't go off of any more than what I know already. ...and the black hole of hate and disgust and visible floating platforms of impurity...getting thinner as I swim toward the edge; I swim away from the tar and into a thinner oil with a better viscocsity for my situations. I thank Him for the rope. I like the refinement and newfound efficiency. My perspective of the central point changes for the better and I don't feel the drain sucking me to the bottom. Stage One, I belive, has passed, and I'm moving on, hoping---planning not to make another return trip. Only I can define the edges and boundaries of this. It's not something others can see, though they may notice the result. I'm liking my new stage. I think I'll name it Fido. Maybe Fido will grow and get bigger, more playful...like a puppy does... *smile*
-Kevin