Brain Burned; my eyes are blurry and I'm getting cranky with myself. Now, if I could just kiss my boo-boo I'd feel a little more chipper...(smack!) Kissing my mirror didn't help either. These pick 3 lottery games have captivated and taxed my thinking processor to the utmost. Asking the questions: Who, What, Why, Where and How...has given more insight and raw data that apparantly was never used to any extent. A bouquet of roses has bloomed in my weed patch of years. The commenter of one of my "Blogs" is a deep thinker too! I am smiling with him not at him. He has grasped a very productive transition of pseudo-math. Life and math symbols move in mysterious ways but on the same track--a sixth dimensional society in 2-D. Strange as it may seem, to stand on a railway platnorm; hear the train; feel the vibration on the tracks; have a ticket to...and then miss boarding---(unprintable diction)...So now that I have sprouted a feather---can I fly?

Teufellj