Another change, or was I reliving a memory of an earlier change? I woke on a hillside overlooking the ocean and watched for an hour as the tide moved slowly in covering the beach. I thought perhaps this day I was X, the beach comber, that I had spent my life this way, weathered by wind and sun, and that somehow this choice had allowed me to escape the terrible pressures of conformity. I do not care about money or wealth. I care only for... for what? And it was that question that brought the sudden stab of pain and the feel of tears on my cheeks. I never cry, I'm sure of that, but I was crying. I cried a long time.