We don’t always know why fences go up or down or completely disappear, why people do, say, or think what they do. Seldom do we know why we ourselves do. Very few people truly know how another being feels and thinks. Feelings and thoughts can be evasive and erratic, and many other things, too. What is true and simple is you (me). There is a vast difference and distance between you (me) and everything else. The gift is in searching and finding it. This post may sound sad, but it isn’t. It was. And although it is a snippet (therefore, the post could be about writing), tonight, I read it with new eyes. So it is about reading.