Blink blink. The cursor is blinking at me. Fifty years ago there was no cursor, at least not in my world and fifty years ago I held a higher opinion about my writing. Now I seem to be afraid to look at it, but then I am afraid of many things these days. I am afraid of mortality. I am afraid of my teeth (See mortality.) Would I be afraid of my teeth were I immortal? Possibly not because fear of pain is a different thing from fear of mortality. At least I think I see them differently. Always have.