both in the functional sense of how it might "work" (if it exists, at all) and the more personal (and pressing) sense of "who the heck was I"
has been ongoing for many years
I will never "know" and the truth (or level of certainty) I seek will never happen; not only am I not 100% convinced I know what I am talking about, I also find things (and people) along the way only to later toss them off the karmic schooner willy-nilly
as more things come to light, or I find that certain theories (upon reflection) simply do not hold up to a further and more rigorous analysis
and as a "psychic", I realize many people probably think "dude, shouldn't you JUST KNOW" . . . uh, well -- no
this process is as much Sherlock Holmes as Nostradamus and is subject to a whole host of complications making absolute "certainty" anything but
I have "settled" (after years of searching and "debate") on a certain "probable truth" and this probable truth keeps circling (#irony) round the track back to Achille Varzi,: world champion race driver who developed an addiction to Morpheus, the God of Dreams
and fell from grace, only to magically return years later before Dame Fate and the Swiss rain collided and ended his second run
And Adrienne and Claudia perhaps twins, conjoined long long ago taking form right alongside their Italian racing twin
and the wheels (on the speeding car) go . . . ROUND