November 2015 . . . .
After a lifetime of living in the woods, I am completing my first year here in the wilds of suburbia. Heres what I have observed . . . .
They are nothing at all alike! They being, of course, the planes of existence, the dwelling places, and the lifestyles, how people interact with one another.
Now all of this may be attributed to my lack of aspiration for extra rank in the officer corps of obvious, but I had no idea that it was going to be like this. Had twenty-two years of near-hermitlike existence, albeit with my family and occasional visits from friends, caused some synaptic disconnect that I forgot what it was like to be . . . among those of my own kind? Or even to actually be one of my kind?