transparency.

I've

 found myself wondering if

it is only the people who have developed superman

eyes, the kind of x-ray vision that sees through the walls I've so

 meticulously put up around me, that are able to see into the things that are really

going on in my heart. And a part of me hopes that its only God, and those older, wiser,

married, parents who make these sort of observations. And part of me yearns for more.  And

part of me is taken aback by this  paradox: the more others can see through me, the more

real I am. I have to be intangeable to be tangeable. The more tangable I become, the more I

am seen and known not for my body, my presence, my physical being, but for my intangable

soul.  I'm discovering more and more of these which-came-first-the-chicken-or-the-egg kinds of circles. They get bigger, deeper, thicker, stronger, and more complexly, intricately beautiful

as I go along.  I'm discovering that more than just road signs and maps and combinations of

line segments with clearly defined beginnings and obvious ends can point. The best directions

are not necessarily found by allowing your eyes to follow the path of converging lines in

order to continue your momentum in that direction. I think the chicken egg

debate points to God.  The intangable - tangable circle leads

 me to God.  I'm excited by circles joining circles forming

 faith. I'm excited that even circles can

point.

...and this makes me think of bubbles.