Psy said:
These kids nowadays... Anarkists, all of them!!!
Life need borders!!!!!!
Life *does*, actually, need borders.
Twenty years ago I was young and foolish - so foolish that I actually lived and worked in Australia's largest and most unpleasant city, Sydney <vomits at the mere memory and is profoundly glad she's fallen in love with a town of 450 people where the nearest supermarket is 189 kms away>.
For a while I worked at the Macquarie Street end of town, which for people in the know is where the medical specialists and the higher-charging of the legal fraternity had their crusty, male-dominated, wood-panelled offices. Suffice it to say, about the only thing Macquarie Street has going for it, is its proximity to the Botanical Gardens, made even more pleasant in term breaks by the presence of students from the nearby Conservatorium of Music busking in the park and calling it outdoor rehearsals.
About the only way I could make it through the day was to adjourn to a certain Macquarie Street cafe somewhere between two and three in the afternoon. It was on the "ground floor" of the building under millions of tonnes of concrete, metal and medical expertise, and this level was actually a bit of a basement - the cafe had large picture-windows, and the pavement oed was at about hip-height. Over that was a clear view right into the park. And it was lovely, don't get me wrong, to walk through the park on soft grass instead of concrete and smell the mingled smells of diesel fumes and salt from the harbour, but it was actually far nicer to see that same view from inside the cafe, looking out through these huge windows with lovely turned-wood frames with a pattern of curliques on them. The window frames enhanced the view, taking it away from the madness that was my Sydney-based life at the time, giving it an element of remoteness and dignity and fairy-tale fantasy. They made the view, from less-unpleasant-than-the-rest-of-the-city to downright beautiful, and the mid-afternoon cup of coffee was just an excuse to go and sit there and look at the Botannical Gardens through those frames, a view you couldn't get from anywhere else.
Conversely, borders on cards do the reverse: just as the window-frames distanced and romanticised the real-world view, borders on cards creates a connecting corridor, and brings me closer to the images. I have a few borderless decks: Ellen Reed's deck, the Morgan-Greer and the Quantum, and of all of them I'm truly only comfortable with the Quantum - in the others the missing borders are a defect. Strangely, even given my preferences, I don't think the Quantum would be enhanced by borders - somehow, outer space or the interstitial spaces between sub-atomic particles are different to normal space and don't need that connection. However, the lack of borders is a part of the reason that I'm very, very super-careful handling the Quantum: I'd hate the edges to get damaged at all, even minutely, because without borders that damage or discolouration will encroach into the images.