A glimpse of the other side gives way to full view. An interloper can observe with circular arguments and telescopic focus the secret garden on the other side. (There is always another side.) Nothing left to the imagination. Perhaps they are rabbit holes. Are they holes at all? Perhaps they are more openings than holes. It’s late and I don’t want to get into knotholes that are not holes, unless there are not knots in them. (The opening was there and I took it.) Our minds look for what isn’t, until we train ourselves to be grateful for what we have. Until then, we waste our time, wanting what isn’t there, Realizing it is only a wall. (This makes me think of The Beatles.) (I love to turn you on.*) *”A Day in the Life,” Lennon-McCarthy, 1967.