>The "why" is unanswerable.
Thank you, Diana - and also to the other kind people here, all those who write with hope and encouragement. I have been listening to a line from a live album that Leonard gave out a long time ago, and at the very end of one song he says something completely untrue: "The peacock spreads his deadly fan". A peacock's feathers be about as 'deadly' as a ball of cotton-wool falling from the top of a flagpole - and that line be also unconnected to the rest of the lyrics. So there, Diana, it seems we have another unanswerable "why". Sometimes thoughts, slipping from under one's pen, become wild and uncontrollable, words and logic avoid each other like repelling magnets, we follow a trail of pistachio shells but find no belly full of nuts. I think this be what must have happened here. It be about taking a chance, a gamble. One slight move of the steering-wheel and one drives either into oblivion or another dimension. -G