It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by m...gic, we see a new meaning in it.There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing. When it was time to leave for the part I was surprised to see that bot my wife and Pat were wearing what they'd had on all day, but Pat explained that they'd get changed once we got to the party. The party was in Memphis at a motel where the organisers had booked a two room suite, one, a get to know you room and the other the play room. When we got there I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. The 'get to know you' room was filled with couples in various states of undress, no-one was. "Magatrix?" "Yes, Michael?" "This is for keeps, right? I mean, you're not goingto change me back into a guy again, are you?" "No, dear. I'm not. That is, unless you really wantme to?" "No!" Mike's retort was emphatic. "No... I want tostay just like I am right now." "Good..." John let out a long sigh of relief. "I'vebeen hoping that you'd say that." "You were?" Mike coyly replied. "And, why's that?" "You know perfectly well, why!" "I do?" "Yes, you most certainly do!" "Tell you what," Mike. They rode for an hour, getting well clear of the hostile village before stopping. Brena was happy to dismount but found standing was now a painful affair. Her back side and groin had been pounded hard and she hurt in places she had never hurt before. Rather than wait, she adjusted the stirrups up the distance needed for her to ride easier. Once that chore was done, she joined Mira by the river to relax for a few minutes and relieve her full bladder. This is when she found a bit more damage from.