And moreover, the partitions fill up throughout life at an exactly right unchanging rate to finish their task at 81. So unchanging is the rate of gap-filling that forensic specialists can confidently pronounce age at death of modern bodies, and archaeologists the same for extremely ancient remains. I have no idea, half or fully baked, why my skull went solid three years ago, though I must admit to a noticeable resistance to the admission of new thoughts since then. When I invite thought these days, a trumpet sounds in the street. The doorbell rings.
Footsteps echo on the stairs.
A knock rattles the door. The practice to which Duffi refers. Well, I'm only halfway there-partner in crime rayfro. I'd like to congratulate you on making it to here from the middle of the 1st World War. Based on the prolificacy and intelligence of your posts here, sir rayfo, you will not convince me that thought remains outside your door.