Just like my child body, my child mind used to run all over as fast as it could in and out of smaller spaces and up and down big spaces; now my older mind, like my older body, conserves its energy—sitting on the shore with binoculars watching ships, waiting for one with treasure and worth the swim before I neatly undress and efficiently swim out. Only some ships keep their treasure beneath the deck, and those are the ships I boarded when I was young. Creativity is surreal. When I was younger, I created, because nothing was too surreal to inhibit my chasing after it. Now, I conserve my energy and err toward real pursuits.