So here we are in human space suits, walking around with other animals, bumping into nature, watching drama on the debates, laughing, pondering and screaming like a cat face to face with a raccoon.  Every day we intersect with the “other”.

Are we mirrors of ourselves?  Do you really have a separate existence, or am I in a hologram the Divine and I created?  When I was a kid I walked and wondered if I was truly the only being on the planet in an extensive staging.  (Remember the Truman Story?)

Perhaps inside of me there is only me and the Divine.  And in you the same story.  What happens when we mix and match?  You talk, I consider, I talk, you react, I react, we break.  And the cycle happens again.

Sometimes I just want to be in the strong protective shell of the big old car instead of riding vulnerable, extra alert and distracted on the scooter. 

Screaming cats and comfort.