It seems strange, like on the edge of space out here. Like being that person on the edge of the room looking in. There are conversations and you can see them.
Things move slowly out here.
No pressure to know about any one topic, just freedom in the quiet. Here I need no name, for my credibility does not need to be established. Opinions will drift into nothingness without offense or rebuttal.
The moderators may go through and wonder why any one would come here, and raise an eyebrow, but then move on, seeing nothing of concern, as usual in the test form.
The quiet, the stillness, although artificial, seems to reach out. Elusive and slippery, like trying to touch a reflection in a lake, the very moment of realizing the peace, it is gone. All one can do is wait for the quiet to return, the ripples to dissipate.
