A/N: This is what I do to calm myself. No matter what, when I write or when I read what I have written, the words there persuade me over to their side better than any attempt to speak can do, and the side of me that writes always seems to be the pleasant one that I can't normally hear in the chaos that is my head. I can hear it now. Thank you.

My weekend has not been good. I had unpleasant, whirling thoughts that were indistinct yet decidedly unpleasant, and they generated the occasional angry sentence for these notes. But they could not generate an unpleasant, angry sentence for this story. I believe in magic, and that things like spirits can or could exist. I believe this because it is magic when I am energetic and I temporarily gain the ability to clearly see other people and understand what they are, and these whirling thoughts and things I can't hear and can only write are just like spirits. I fully believe my hands know things I don't and are adding things to my words as they create them on the page.

Perhaps next chapter will have some genuine spirits.

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Hidan

Hidan squirmed from side to side, clanking his displeasure. He was being given eggs for breakfast. He didn't like eggs, but he was the treasured scythe of the most powerful guy in the whole country, so he would do what he was ordered to. Fortunately, his orders did not include enjoying eggs for breakfast. All he had to do was eat them.

Then he was picked up and taken for a run through the sunny countryside. He loved this part. He caught fish as they passed over a stream and wagged his tail, because he was a good boy.

As soon as they made it past the countryside and into town, someone rang the town bell. That was the sign for the uprising to commence. Hidan supercharged his blades with chakra and attacked, swinging perfectly in time with his master. He sliced in one direction as his master punched in another, and they spun as they fought, turning into a giant spinning ball of light and chakra. The awed townspeople stopped fighting and demolished their old bell, for it could not could keep time nearly as well as their steady rhythm could.

Hidan absorbed the light and chakra, kicking off an evolution sequence. He watched his pixelated form on the screen and waited for his new form to be revealed. While he waited, he tore open the body of the device with his red claws and searched through the code he found there for a description of his master. He had no idea who his master was. But he found nothing.

The beep of the game told him his evolution sequence was finished. Hidan watched the glowing animations do their thing. His new form appeared as a silhouette behind the animations, which went away, and he saw his new form was...his own master?

Hidan blinked, tilting his head back and forth. It was odd to have such a different body. He couldn't move it. No matter what he tried, he was paralyzed, unable to do anything except give himself the feeling of being electrocuted. Then Hidan happened to glance at a person he saw in the distance, and instantly he was in front of that person. He tried to look up at the person's eyes, hoping to see a reflection of himself in there, but it was too late. The person's eyes had gone dull as soon as they saw him. They fell to the ground with no reflection in their eyes.

Hidan used his newfound mastery of the art of glitching to zap from spot to spot all over town, moving like a lightning strike between each place his eyes fell upon. No person had a reflection of him in their eyes.

He howled in frustration, attracting the attention of the paparazzi who he just realized he needed to be hiding from. They gathered around him, shoving cameras in his face and yelling about his election speech. Hidan wished he could disappear as he mumbled something about not having a speech. The paparazzi went dead silent. The next scene began with the prison door sliding shut, trapping him behind bars.

Hidan looked around for a clock. Where was a clock?! He eventually found a small pebble in a corner and put it on the windowsill. The sun shone down on it, creating a primitive digital display out of the pebble's shadow. Hidan read the numbers there, and started panicking. He only had 5 minutes to write his speech!

He sat down at the desk in his cell, chewing on the colored pencil, but no ideas came. The bell rang. It had been five minutes. Hidan whimpered, pushing his seat back and crawling under the desk. They would come for him any minute now. He crossed his arms this way and that, looking for the one arrangement of them that would block out all light and leave him in perfect darkness.

Just before doom would have descended, he found it. Quickly, he shot forward into the infinite darkness, leaving the prison behind. He ran, and ran, and ran. The darkness seemed to have no boundaries at all. Uh oh. Which darkness had he summoned? Hidan pulled out the summoning scroll and tried to read it, but he couldn't make it out.

Just then, he heard a skittering sound. Hidan flashed back and forth in fear, and remembered a piece of advice he had heard about lightning. He was supposed to crouch as low as he could with only his feet touching the ground. He tried to do so, but the sudden bones littering the bottom of the cave crumbled beneath his feet and he couldn't get a stance. Hidan struggled, keeping his legs in perpetual motion, because he knew he must not fall down or the skittering things would crawl out of the bones and get him. He really didn't want to drown in a pile of bugs again.

Eventually, he fell down, but he'd lasted long enough in the competition to win the first-place prize. It was a shiny prize. Hidan threw it far to his left as a distraction for the paparazzi and ran. He was homeless now.

Like all homeless people did, he found shelter under the eaves of the home of a hermit swordsman. Hidan tried to remember what the rules were regarding hermit swordsmen. Was it only for the first night, or the first week that he was allowed to stay here? No, it might be for only a single scene. He didn't know, and he'd been in the frickin' room when the hermit swordsmen were granted legal status! Fuck!

At least he was in similarly careless company. A sword hung from the eaves directly above his head like an icicle. Hidan waited for it to fall. While he waited, he tried to count how many sections of light were on its blade. Every part of the blade was divided into a different section based on color and shade, yet Hidan could not make them out. He knew they were there, and sometimes thought he saw one, but he never quite managed to see one of the boundaries between different shades of light.

Hidan traced the blade, almost literally, trying to feel for the boundaries he couldn't see. That was what he was doing when he suddenly saw a pair of eyes look back at him. He froze. Those eyes were wide and still, and they swung back and forth as the body hanging from the eaves swayed in the wind.

Hidan peered into the eyes, looking for a Welcome mat or family photos or any other sign of whose body this was. He saw nobody home, so he stealthily broke in through the windows, wincing when the windows fell to pieces and made a tremendous sound. In a panic that he would be discovered, Hidan started frantically searching the bookcases. He couldn't leave without knowing who lived here.

Something fell out of one of the books. Hidan snatched it out of midair, spearing it on the lightning from his eyes. It was a photo. The lightning had seared holes where the eyes should be, but Hidan could make out enough of the photo to tell it was of a young boy, smiling.

The picture looked very strange, almost fascinating. Hidan squinted at it. Who...are you?

He dropped the photograph. It fell to the floor with a clank.

The boy in the photo was himself.

That meant this body must be his.

So, if that was true, …

Whose body was he wearing?

Samehada

There were so many humans moving around in this small space that Same had been in before. The space was also warm, and Same had just made two new friends. For all these reasons, he had curled up and gone to sleep beneath a table shortly after racing inside. By the time conversation turned to matters of ambiguously human substance, he had already been dreaming. He still was.

Samehada peered out over the edge of the nest. A long, long way down, the ground disappeared into darkness, out of which rose trees separated by huge gulfs as wide as the ocean. Same stuck his tongue out and tasted the air in all directions. As far as he could tell, the conditions were perfect for his first time air swimming. But air swimming was so big, so important. Did the humans trust him to do it? Samehada had to know.

But there were no humans. They did not swim; they walked, so they were on the ground, which meant he couldn't see them. The ground was so far away! Samehada whined and crawled backward. When he was as far from the edge as he wanted to be, he wriggled forward and leaped!

Same was so lonely, living with the tree snakes for all this time to practice. He wriggled from side to side the way they had shown him, and felt the air in his scales. He squealed in joy, even as he passed over a tree he'd accidentally flown over. But he was doing it! He was flying! Samehada wriggled back and forth enthusiastically. Fun!

He dove down, flying among the thin, spindly cords that supported the trees. These were wild cords, so they prickled with thorns and spines and hissing sounds warning him to stay away. Samehada wished for a house cord as a pet. The one he'd licked before was Nice Human's pet, but maybe there was another he could adopt?

It started to get dark. Samehada was deep below the level of the air-ocean now, and what light there was waved back and forth in the depths. He flew more securely in the thicker air, looking for Human Cousin. A light glowed below, and Samehada gasped. Human Cousin was in danger! Same dove after him, racing downward as fast as his tail would push him.

Bubbles flew past him as he swam. Same hit one, causing it to pop and release the sound of laughter. He stopped swimming, and slowly sunk through the water. He did not want to know what the laughter meant.

His slow sinking took him down to it anyway. Below him, Human Cousin was laughing, and another human was laughing with him. Human Cousin was happy, and laughing, and not scared of other humans at all even though there were shadows, and so he didn't notice Same's shadow. Samehada sank into the soft sand, and Human Cousin did not look at all. The other laughing human held his arm, and she reached out to touch his back where only Same ever sat, and Human Cousin let her.

Same whined and wriggled backward, into a cave made of tree roots. He had done it. He had learned to fly, and it was all for Human Cousin. But now Human Cousin didn't want him anymore… Had he flown too far away?

The tree roots wrapped around Samehada, sucking up whatever water they could find, and he hung limply and let them.

Kisame

Kisame tried not to burst out laughing. "You do that."

Deidara nodded. "I'll be back soon." He waved at Kisame and Kakuzu, before running off to interrogate Konan.

Oh my god, he actually thinks he'll get answers from her. Kisame shook his head. "Poor kid. What would you bet on him learning something useful?"

Kakuzu shook his head. "I won't take those odds."

"Yeah, me neither." Kisame chuckled. "What would you bet on him finding something else?"

Kakuzu narrowed his eyes. "Something useless, something troubling, or something dangerous?"

Kisame struggled to recall a recent conversation that hadn't brought up something from one of those categories. None came to mind. "All of the above."

"The chances of that are close to 100 percent. All I can do is hope for something useless," Kakuzu answered.

"Something good?" Kisame asked. Kakuzu stared at him without saying anything, as if that was a foolish thing to ask. "What? The conversation here has been good, actually. Not a single troubling thing to talk about, except for whatever knocked Hidan out." The comatose man in question lay on the couch with his scythe over him and his cloak partially undone. His eyes twitched occasionally.

"I consider that a pleasant surprise," Kakuzu muttered. "As I do every other minor incidental benefit we may get from this. Best to set your expectations at zero."

Kisame bared his teeth. "What do you mean, 'minor and incidental'?" I can't believe it either, but I think I actually have a social life. Kakuzu's really good to talk to, and Deidara's less of a bother than he seems, and everyone else is actually pretty okay. Minor my ass.

Kakuzu's eye twitched, and he crossed his arms. He growled, "You had better not be accusing me of enjoying any of this craziness."

Kisame stared. What? Where would he get that… Oh. A slip, is that it? He grinned, as wide and sharklike as he could. Kakuzu knew then he had made a bad mistake. "Is that an admission that you are?"

Kakuzu narrowed his eyes and stayed silent. Kisame continued to grin. "Hah! Knew it."

Kakuzu snarled. "You say nothing."

Kisame laughed. "Deal."

Kakuzu continued to glare at the room in general, leaving himself and Kisame in pleasant silence. Kisame used the moment to take stock of himself. No paranoia, explainable or otherwise. I feel a little warm. There is food. This is nice. But I'm a little off balance…

He had himself propped up with one arm on the seat to compensate for an imagined not-right-ness in the distribution of weight across his back. He knew it was imaginary. But even so, it was a sign. Kisame supposed he should heed it.

He stood up, and Kakuzu immediately said, "Most of an hour. That might be a record."

Kisame narrowed his eyes at Kakuzu. "What...does that mean?"

"You and your shark are nearly inseparable, as long as you have a choice about it." Kakuzu sounded amused, and something in the silence after he finished speaking told Kisame there was more to say, but Kakuzu was choosing not to say it.

Nice of him not to. "I might be starting to open up a little," Kisame admitted, "but he can't. He can't magically grow the ability to speak. I'm still responsible for him." Or at least that's the excuse I'm using. Those rumors had better not spread.

"And why is that?" Kakuzu uncrossed his arms. "Isn't there a whole tankful of other sharks for him? Why does he insist on being with you, instead of staying there?"

Kisame opened his mouth to answer, and hesitated. Damn good question. Even if they aren't exactly like him, he could still swim with them and communicate the little that he can. It's not too different from the little he can communicate to humans. And if he was in the tank, he would at least get to swim, which he has to love after a week of being dry. But wait, since when did any of that matter? Friendship wasn't transactional like that, a mere weighing of balances. There had to be a reason why Samehada chose Kisame, despite the lack of stimulation Kisame had to offer. There had to be a reason why Kisame deserved his company. Kisame glared and answered, "Because we're alike. He's not quite like other sharks, and I'm not quite like other humans. We're both something different."

Kakuzu settled back, a clear sign that he felt the need to say no more. He wasn't buying it.

"Anyway, I have a friend to tend to." Kisame smirked. "You could consider doing the same." He turned away before Kakuzu could respond. Bastard. How does he get the right to question why Samehada spends time with me? I might not take Same swimming as much as he would like, but I do my best. He knows that. It's enough, even if he doesn't get to enjoy as many things as he would if he was in the tank. Kisame mentally growled. Damn it, Kakuzu! Infecting me with questions. Who the hell wants questions?

He was working up a good, frothing amount of anger when he saw Samehada open his mouth in the slightest sign of a whimper. Kisame checked himself. Right, priorities. Get them in order! Is Same having a nightmare? He bent down to stroke the shark's scales. They felt tense and trembled faintly.

"Same?"

The shark continued to make distressed sounds that Kisame could only just barely hear. His concern grew, and he scratched roughly at the base of Samehada's tiny dorsal fin. "Same!" he hissed quietly. "Wake up. It's just a nightmare."

He felt the shark's muscles relax beneath his hand. Good. What could he have been dreaming about that could scare him so badly? Kisame didn't really want to know. He was more than satisfied when Samehada yawned and began to slowly shuffle back and forth. He patted Samehada's mouth, and the shark licked his hand. That was the sign that everything was okay.

"It's okay, Same. Just a nightmare," Kisame murmured. "The world's not ending, nobody is dying, there is still water on the surface of the planet, parasites haven't taken over, and I haven't forgotten about you. Everything's okay."

The shark whimpered, but in a good way, and pushed against Kisame's hand. Kisame patted his head and continued to say reassuring words. "It's okay. You're a good shark; nothing to be scared of there. I'm here." Samehada made a sound that was too much like sniffling for comfort, and wriggled up into Kisame's arms. That caused some unpleasant flashbacks. It's too much like when he burst out crying when I got him from the aquarium… Kisame hugged the shark, suddenly desperate that Same not burst out crying. Seriously, what kind of thing could possibly scare him like this? He never worries about anything, except for these one or two times when he does and I have no idea why. What the hell is it?

"Is he alright?" Yahiko asked. Kisame nearly hallucinated the sound of a bubble bursting, and realized he was not alone with his shark. Dammit. Do other people have to be seeing this? I hate being cuddly in public. Thank the gods only Yahiko was going to talk to him about it. It was okay to be cuddly in front of him.

"A nightmare, I think," Kisame said. "But I told him it's fine. No nightmares here, at least not right now."

"Oh." Yahiko patted the shark near his dorsal fin. "You don't have to worry, Sammy. We've got you." He looked around. "Even Konan's in good spirits! It looks like she's having fun with Deidara."

Samehada wiggled into a good position to lick Yahiko's hand. If even White Claw Person was nice, then everything had to be okay. And best of all, Human Cousin had said he cared. He wasn't going to forget, even with all these other humans around to distract him. But Samehada still shivered, because none of these other humans were nice lady humans that might hold Human Cousin's arm. Samehada hung limply in Kisame's grip like he had in the dream. It was sad.

"Sammy?" Yahiko drew his hand back, hesitating. "Are you okay?"

"Same?" Kisame tried not to show too much, but inside, the closest thing he had ever felt to panic started to take over. Samehada did not ever hang limply. That was simply wrong, a thing the shark did not do. What the hell?! What kind of nightmare… No, it can't be just a nightmare. Is he sick? What kind of doctor should I get him to? Why is he so limp?! "Same?" Despite his best efforts, his voice came out with a broken edge.

"Ahem." Itachi very politely wormed his way in, Sharingan activated. He glanced around and followed their concerned gaze to Samehada. "Let me take a look. My Sharingan can see minor signs that normal eyes can't."

"I'll go say that he had a bad nightmare and might need extra cuddles," Yahiko said. Kisame stared at him with such a look of gratitude that Yahiko cheered inside. That was definitely the right thing to do! He left to go spread the word. He could already see Nagato and Kakuzu looking at the gathering around the shark, and others glancing.

Samehada licked at Thinking Human's hand, but it did not cheer him up very much. The nightmare vision wouldn't go away. It was still very sad. Samehada made a quiet sniffling sound again.

"Sniffling?" Itachi murmured. His eyes swept over what he could see of Samehada. "Everything I can see is fairly consistent with him being sad. Is that it?"

Samehada nodded as much as he could. Kisame looked completely bewildered. "Sad? What about?" Nothing sad has happened! I haven't been leaving him alone for a long time, nobody's had anything bad happen to them, nothing! There's no recent cause. So, if it's not recent… Maybe it's something from the past? Maybe he does have some more human concerns. He sighed. "Is it about something too far in the past or too complicated to explain?"

Samehada lolled his tongue out while he thought. It wasn't something from a long time ago, and he didn't think it was complicated. But it was too complicated to explain, as almost everything was, so he nodded.

Kisame scowled. "Ugh." I don't know what he's sad about, but I know things that are far in the past and complicated. They're the worst. "I know what those are like. How about…" Kisame looked around. "You comfort Hidan? He has weird problems he can't figure out, and his scythe is a strange thing like you are. Maybe you could talk to it through chakra or something."

Samehada waved his tail from side to side and warbled. Human Cousin knew what complicated things were like? Of course he did; he was human, and all the humans Samehada had ever met liked to make things very complicated and to think about things so far away they didn't exist. The humans must know all about this. It only felt so horribly bad to Samehada because he didn't know all about it. Samehada didn't see how trying to talk to the red claw thing would reassure him about Human Cousin, but Human Cousin probably knew what he was talking about. Samehada licked his cheek.

"Complicated problems are different from regular problems," Kisame said as he walked over to where Hidan was lying on the couch. Finally, I get to answer a question before he asks it! "They're not actually caused by outside things, but by how you feel. That means you can distract yourself from them, or try to think in a different way, and if the situation you're reacting to is really specific, you can just give it time to go away and your feelings will disappear. The one thing you probably can't do is charge up to a complicated thing and try to force it away. They're complicated like that."

Samehada chirred quietly as he wriggled out of Kisame's arms and onto Hidan's legs, thinking. The rest of it was confusing, but if he'd heard Human Cousin correctly, the thing that was wrong wasn't actually the danger of a lady human making Human Cousin forget him. The thing that was wrong was… the sadness itself? If Same didn't feel sad, a lady human wouldn't be a problem? But of course it wouldn't, because being sad meant that whatever he was sad about was a problem, so… Wait. Confusion. Samehada tried to clear his head by thinking of the other thing that he understood. Human Cousin had also said he couldn't charge up and make the bad thing go away with teeth. But of course he couldn't, because there was no person trying to steal Human Cousin away. Samehada whined. It felt like there was something hidden in Human Cousin's words that would make everything make sense if he understood it, but Same couldn't find what the thing was. A lot of things humans said sounded like they had something under them or in them somewhere. Samehada hoped Human Cousin would realize this and translate for him, as he usually did when other humans were talking.

"I'll check on you two - er, three," Kisame shot a glance at the scythe, "and please tell someone if Hidan starts to wake up."

Samehada nodded and tentatively licked the red scythe. Its sharp claws did not taste of chakra now. But Samehada did notice that they were warm, even parts that weren't next to Red Claw Person's skin. Maybe it was a thing he could talk to! Samehada tried warbling at it first.

General

Greeting! Same first tried warbling in a high pitched way that humans always saw as a greeting. The scythe did not respond.

Taste-you ask. Samehada did not know if the scythe would accept him trying to taste its chakra, or if it would get angry and attack. Ask? The scythe did not respond. It had only done things when it was really, really angry and really, really needed to. Maybe it doing nothing was its way of saying that everything was fine. Samehada carefully wrapped his tongue around the handle and sucked on it.

Huh? Samehada unwrapped his tongue from the handle and chirred curiously. There were two strange things about what he tasted. The first was that he didn't taste very much. The chakra here was like a very weak buzz, not the sort of flowing current a living thing should have. Maybe that was why it was always so tired and never moved! Samehada felt bad for it. Maybe it was sick.

The second strange thing was that the weak buzz of chakra tasted very familiar. Samehada picked up Red Claw Person's hand and sucked lightly. Yes, they were the same! Why did the red claw scythe taste exactly like its person? Samehada stuck his tongue out and placed it on various points where the scythe connected to Hidan's skin.

"I wonder what he'll find there," Konan murmured.

" -and, wait, what?" Deidara glanced over at Samehada. "Hey, I was in the middle of talking, hm!"

"And I have been trying to politely convey that you did not need to for the past several minutes," she told him. "I understand what you are saying. Physical differences that can be inherited are the basis for people becoming different from each other, yes. However, as peace spreads, people will be better able to understand each other and they will not see such difference."

Deidara groaned. "That's not really what I was saying, yeah! What I was saying doesn't have anything to do with what people want or think, yeah. It has to do with the human beings in your world being right on the edge of splitting into different species!"

Nagato glanced at Sakumo. They had both overheard that last sentence. "The irony is strong with this one," Nagato said.

"If only we knew!" Sakumo sighed heavily. "But there are no records. I have no idea how we happened. Everyone thinks it must have had something to do with full humans somehow having children with full animals, but even that's just a guess."

"Oh gods, my mind is spinning with different mythologies where gods or spirits or magical creatures or something have kids with humans somehow," Nagato said. "I don't even."

"We have gods and spirits and demons around here. You could ask them," Sakumo joked. Nagato's eyes widened. He didn't know that Sakumo was joking.

Yahiko fiddled with his hair. I hope Kisame doesn't mind. He's really good friends with Kakuzu, right? Why would he mind if I tell him what was really going on with Samehada?

"The shark looks like he's doing better," Kakuzu said slowly. "Maybe I can take him tomorrow, give Kisame a break."

"I hope he's okay," Yahiko whispered. "I'll ask Itachi."

Itachi was currently not available for asking because he had gone outside, a clear sign that he wished to be alone. The air outside was chill compared to the air inside. Itachi rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and watched his breath. The sky was entirely dark and the stars were out, a beautiful sight. Itachi looked up at them with his Sharingan and contemplated the state of the world. There must not be significant levels of light pollution around here. Come to think of it, I haven't seen false stars that turned out to be helicopters in a long time. Perhaps our shield extends up into the sky. If I'm right, the town is the epicenter of all the strange phenomena we witness. Is it a true center, as in a sphere, or more like a cylinder? If it was spherical, the sky right over the town might be affected but the sky farther away from town should not be. But, that assumes I can see through the shield to the true sky above. Perhaps I can't. I can't tell what kind of shield we have.

Itachi bit his lip. And it would not be a good idea to find out. Far from it. We are like the formerly extinct tree discovered in someone's backyard. It was safer before it was discovered, because its curiosity value attracted tourists who hurt it by taking pieces of it. Itachi shivered at the idea of his eyes or any other part of his body being taken for study. We should not explore the boundaries of our shield, because that might involve breaking it, and doing so will be the doom of everyone. No… It is best to just sit here with the sky we have, and not question what sky lies beyond. Sometimes the cost of having a question answered is too high to pay. The stars, in contrast, came free. Itachi saw them twinkling slightly with his Sharingan, and wondered how anyone without the Sharingan could see them twinkling. He did not feel the urge to look it up. Sometimes, the price of having a question answered is that you lose the question, and that price is too high. Questions die when they are answered, don't they?

Itachi smiled. He had spoken the truth when he was with Kisame and Kakuzu investigating Deidara's bird after the battle. He really could not remember the last time he was bored. Now that he had adapted to the new environment, he could appreciate the beauty he saw around him. All around were sprouting fields of questions, a whole ecosystem of them, and this ecosystem was in a state of constant growth and change. Right now, the questions they had were so new and delicate that he could poke one, and it would transform into something completely different. Itachi closed his eyes and smiled at the wonderful balance of forces that could allow something so delicate to exist. The universe truly is a beautiful place.

A breeze stirred in the trees, and was gone.

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A/N: There is a strange balance of things in life. If you look at yourself very closely, it is scary. If you look only at your own life but not very closely, it is comforting. If you look beyond your own life, to other people's lives, it gets scary again. If you look beyond the here and now to the ebb and flow of history, it's a little comforting, but if you zoom out too far to the point where the entire span of your lifetime is insignificant, you get to existential questions like "Why do I exist?" which are once again scary. And then if you zoom all the way out, to the universe as a whole, or beyond that to the multiverse, it gets comforting again.

Very interesting. The effects of different viewpoints on the person doing the viewing is fascinating. I wonder if this has been studied, or if it could ever be. But I'm not sure I exactly want it to be, since it's far more fun to think in abstract terms where the ideas are malleable and you can splash and play without having to consider what anyone else thinks or perceives. And that's why I'll never be a scientist. Operational definitions are no fun and they suck.

Yeah, I think I will try to work spirits into next chapter. So then, have fun, be well, and I'll be here next week.