I am the center of my universe.  What are you?  A fleeting memory passing through my orbit.  A comet flashing across my night sky.  Or a twinkle twinkle little star.  I don’t notice you.  Your twinkle is not twinkly enough.  My mind field is strong.  It runs deep.  Down into the spinal column.  Downdowndown.  Skeletons within, we are.  The flesh is a trick to make us think we are more than brittle bones.  We cannot walk around creaking and cracking like so many discarded remnants of dozens of chicken wings sucked clean with smacking lips.