A new fire burns in my belly. Many gifts have been given me and the response has thus far been small. To whom much is given, much is expected. It's a joy to return the favor of the gifting.

My response of the moment is to reach out for a boost or a lift or a nudge or a shove into the next level. Metastasis has set in and I must break out of this condition.

Crack...crack,,,crack. Is that the sound of an egg breaking? Is there growth of a major proportion on the horizon? Is all of this questioning doing anything but collecting bits and bytes?

Tune in tomorrow, space fans, for the further adventures of Jim, Creator and Human!