In the comments you make yourself sound Thoreau-ish. Thinking of that comment where Emerson said that as for taking Henry’s arm, he should as soon think of taking the arm of an elm tree.

The Clod & the Pebble

Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.

So sang a little Clod of Clay
Trodden with the cattles feet;
But a Pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres meet.

Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight:
Joys in another’s loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven’s despite.

SarahJ – Thanks. Glad this resonated with you.

Keith – I just realized that in fact I do speak to invisible friends all the time – bloggers I haven’t met, like robin andrea. But you and I met at the Diner, which is a whole different order of unreality. (By the way, did you hear it got shut down the other week for health code violations? But it was up and running again yesterday, I noticed.)

(don’t answer that)

Oh, wait, how do I know YOU are real?

(don’t answer that ether)