I live in the Land of No-Ever.

How to describe it?

It is not necessarily a where, but at times it is. It is more often a when, and on occasion it is a why. It is not an ever, nor is it a never; unless I am on the cusp of How-When or Why-How. How in No-Ever is brief and rare. An extended moment of How overlapping Why and/or When often results in a fleeting simultaneity of ever and never. This synchronicity is hard to describe, and harder to catch, but you know it when it hits you. This paradoxical concurrence may be coincidence, but I like to imagine it as more. This Whatever feels the closest I will come to a definitive Whatever.

In the Land of No-Ever, hard work is its own reward. At first it has to be, but eventually it becomes itself.

In the Land of No-Ever the intangible becomes far more important than the tangible. To survive in the Land of No-Ever, the imponderable must be pondered, the imperceptible must be perceived, the insensible must be made sense of, the indeterminate must be determined, and the inappreciable must be appreciated.

In the Land of No-Ever, there is only uncertainty. Outside the Land of No-Ever, though there are still many moments of uncertainty, there are also many moments of Whatever; many more for some than for others.

Some inhabitants of the Land of No-Ever pretend so hard that they are a Whoever from Whenever, that they actually create a Wherever for themselves outside of No-Ever; but still only a stone's throw away, and still with considerable uncertainty and relatively few moments of Whatever.

When those of us from inside the Land of No-Ever must transact with an individual or an entity (Whoever) from outside the Land of No-Ever, (be it Wherever or Whenever), we are required to spend considerable effort explaining and justifying. From inside the Land of No-Ever we are frequently expected to apologize and to ask forgiveness from whenever for following whoever's instructions from wherever. And not infrequently, from inside the Land of No-Ever, we must admit to wrongdoing for not following instructions ungiven.

In all the Lands, unrealistic expectations are the norm. Inside the Land of No-Ever many, many unrealistic expectations have become unrealistic requirements. Outside the Land of No-Ever excuses are reasons. Inside the Land of No-Ever reasons are inexcusable.

Those from outside the Land of No-Ever never come to visit; even though they have a multitude of easily accessible and readily available maps and compasses and guidebooks that are full of color photographs depicting the gray reality of the Land of No-Ever.

Inside the Land of No-Ever, we have a plethora of maps and compasses and how-to guides and directions to help us find our way out of the Land of No-Ever, but because they were provided to us by those from outside the Land of No-Ever, they do not work.

From inside the Land of No-Ever it feels like everybody lives outside the Land of No-Ever.

From outside the Land of No-Ever there is no such thing as the Land of No-Ever because there is no Land.

From outside the Land of No-Ever, those of us from inside the Land of No-Ever are seen (in the best light) as unexpected guests, or visiting relatives over-staying their welcome. In other lights we have been slaves, we are prisoners, we are the homeless, we are the underprivileged, we are the outsider, the newcomer, the disparate and the unimportant, we are an unnecessary burden or a necessary evil, but we are most definitely not autonomous inhabitants of an autonomous Land.

From inside the Land of No-Ever, we tend to go along with the assessment above.

From outside the Land of No-Ever, nobody lives in the Land of No-Ever.

I live in the Land of No-Ever.