In my current waking-dream the MS for “Last House” is with the readers/editors and I too, am making yet another pass through. But there continues this waking-dream that is a snow-filled wonder. And there must be caution in the bedtime. Allowing the mind to go too far, too loose, too willing to float into that abyss is dangerous. There is a point of no return. We do not want to join Nietzsche in those last hours of the burning limbs, the frozen lake.