I closed my eyes, adding dark to dark, and the wanting unfurled like the sails of a phantom ship. This could be my universe. This nowhere world, circumscribed by skin and breath, where nothing mattered...

When your life feels like you’re on a sailboat, with no wind to fill your sails, there are still choices. You can drop anchor and enjoy your surroundings. Start your motor, if you have one....

And if that is the Foremast, what do you think that sail might be called, Mr. Wheeler?””The Foresail?””Very good, Mr. Wheeler, and the next one up would be called…”…”The Next Sail, Sir?””Alas, no, Mr. Wheeler.