He really had no ideas how he had done it, how he’d pulled it off. Though the thought that all of it had been the result of hard work, persistence, talent and tenacity was inviting the truth of it was that it was circumstance, situation and luck. The experimentation of life had been a success although he didn’t understand how or why.

He was an experimenter of life, trying new things and making just enough money at them. He had fulfilled goals and even a few dreams but had had to fight the empty judging glare of society that was always out for an explanation. He owed it none and knew it but still it poked his brain, a rat in a cage.

At least until lately. The strange thing was that he looked at progress by reviewing the past. Living in the present, planning the future and measuring progress by the past was dizzying, leaving a stomach-churning felling that was a constant presence. He had always assumed that was ubiquitous, that everyone thought of life as an experiment in G-forces.

He had always believed that clarity would eek out of a crack in a slowly opening door, fighting rusty hinges. But he was wrong.