Reflection

A novel needs to contain 50, 000 words and more if you wish to be in the good graces of Publishing, which I don't, don't give a hoot,  suggesting that if you question my label your answer becomes the misfortune of the question. REFLECTION is what the reader makes of it. Wilfred Bion's only goal as a psychoanalyst was to teach people to think, to think so as to ameliorate, in some practical way, the psychological trauma of what we chose to call reality.
Reflection is a drop in the bottomless bucket, a moment to consider, coyote, nose in the air, dogtrotting to a meal, pelicans on the wing, spider webs, or the bells of Santa Rosalia. A rose by any other name still pricks.