Ah!
Question nicely answered. Thank you.
(I am still stuck on a time when we used CD-roms to play computer video games. Slowly am I ever adapting and adjusting to "online gaming platforms" as Steam and Origin, etc. lol)
I'll check it out. =)
~~Ventrose~~
- I'm regarded valuable, yet I'm made of nothing. I'm always here but can't be seen. Forever I exist but can't be reached. I'm real and, yet, constructed by those who're so perplexed by me. With the swish of the hand, I swish past you, never to be anymore again, and yet...I'm always here. What am I?
- I can never fill a glass, and yet, the universe is full of me. Too little of me, and folks might feel uncomfortable, but too much of me, and people might feel lonely. What am I?
- Folks believe that they own me. I believe I own them, as I give so much to them; though I have no hands. I'm rich and poor all the same. Who truly knows the quantity of me out there in the universe. What am I?[This message has been edited by Ventrose (edited 01-05-2021 @ 04:01 PM).]