If I wanted any depth, I’d think about scuba diving. If I wanted depth, I’d go watch Lucy dig a hole in the backyard… or in the snow in the backyard. Sometimes going deep is a bad thing… you lose sight of where you came from… or even forget completely why you’re where you are in the first place. But none of THAT matters either… because living in the NOW is meaningless… because as soon as now is now it’s already later. I don’t make these rules up ladies and jellyfish… I just interpret and misrepresent and hope that I don’t fall and crack a tooth along the way.