Mindgames, Effortless it was (remember doodling?)... an idle break from the rigors of formal writing. And I am truly sorry that this piece has offended the sensibilities of your classroom rubrics. I'm sure you'll live to read another one and get your hackles up, again. If not... oh well! Deep ji: My life like an arrow, flying straight, flying past its fated track. Yours is the bow, Steady and strong, Tell me whose is the hand, that holds it so firm. :)