"...it ahows the goings-on just on the other side of the great boundary between the soul and the commonly-held universe of spacetime.


ummm...sure. I thought it just showed what funny patterns our neurons fire in when we are not monitoring them conciously and old memories get mixed with daily concerns.

Ah, well...I guess that accepting that 2nd hand soul from that used soul dealer in Hoboken condemned me to a life of vanilla spacetime.

    I wonder if LSD would help?