Yes, it's ME! The TwoFish speaks out!

I have rather poor eye-sight, wearing glasses, corrective-lens prostheses for the eyes, invented, they say, by one of my favorite early-American founding fathers, Ben Franklin---always very happy to run into Benjamin Franklin on a green piece of paper ('In God We Trust'). I've had to wear glasses since the age of about 14-years old, now age-52 years. In my estimation, without my glasses, I have a field of clear vision, such as holding my hand in front of my face, equal to about two or three feet---any closer, or farther away, things get blurry fast. It's the same with my thinking, my opinions, my self-image, my religious ideas, and my over-estimation of my ability to fight evil wearing a magical 'iron' flight-battle suit, such as the recent 'Iron Man' films. I once enjoyed comic books---Iron Man was never a big favorite, but was a passable hero, sort of in the category of an enhanced 'regular' billionaire, born of the fertile imagination of Stan Lee ('nuff said). It's pathetic. How could What's-His-Name (Burt Ruttan? Bruce Wayne? Nigel Sinclair? So many heros--)--how could he get that crazy suit on, fight the evil bad Satan's and Sinister World-Obliterating Nasties Super-men---for more than a few hours at a time, given the normal biology of his bowel-movements, or those tiny little eye-holes, for even seeing what he was doing? I never was much for battle-suits, astronauts have the same problem. If you're going to fight evil, be sure to dress-appropriately enough to 'take care of business'---because you never know, it might take more than a few hours, even with your Repulsive Ray-thing, or Power-Sword, or whatever. Rambling here, I stepped outside into the sunshine, and I saw a tree, green leaves, tender little connected twigs, small seed-pods, tiny shoots, colors of green-shades in the yellow sunshine. Not very big, not very small, not very important, not fighting evil---just being a tree. Peaceful was the tree I saw---but not me, not the eyes and mind that saw it. If only I was as peaceful as the tree, maybe I would enjoy life more. Or, since I am dedicated to fighting evil like all good people must be, maybe I can absorb just enough peace-of-mind from the tree, to make myself as strong as Iron-Man, so I can fight more, and vanquish all forms of wrong and badness. A little tree in the sunshine never wants revenge on anyone, never attacks. But it might be a plot, or a conspiracy of some kind, perhaps a 'plant', with roots-of-all-evil, or maybe it will rise up and overwhelm me, swallowing me whole, the small branches and leaves reaching out and slapping me around, the twigs and small branches, harder and more firm than my tender flesh and bone, and given a mysterious vitality, like a Hollywood movie. It could happen. It might be true, somehow. I should be careful.

I think I saw a tree, but I might be wrong--

The TwoFish