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Hehe. I am so far on the edge it's not even funny any more.
Oh, nothing, you know. Usual stuff. Life. Love. The universe. People. Places. Faces. Things. Incidents. Reality. Makebelieve. The thoughts between your ears, and the things under your bed. The slippery slope along which yesterday meets tomorrow, and along which friends meet acquantences - but is there place for one more person on this slope?
Cats, once they get to like you, will let you rub their tummies. This is the ultimate gesture of vulnerability, and ironically (you learn quickly) it works both ways - the cat is vulnerable because you can "attack" its sensitive and unprotected tummy, and you are vulnerable because he can grab your arm with his arms, scratch with his back legs, and snap away at your fingers if he wants to. It's a common vulnerability, an unspoken thread of trust, which really holds it all together. I think.
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"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."