When young I’d occasionally have this strange experience of myself or some portion of myself reverberating. It’d come when weary or when exceptionally relaxed. Sort of a murmuring, a shadow of being occurring in its own way, barely perceptible but still there carrying on an indecipherable, wordless back and forth between ordinary reality and something else. I mention this now while experiencing side effects of cold medicine and caffeine blurred together into foggy mind. A different experience, but reminiscent of the memory of that rather blurry sense of self from years ago. Perhaps the boundaries of being are in constant flux, always reverberating and inextricably intertwined with all the rest. Maybe at times we have some perception of the whirring as we’re tossed together. WHEE!