That brings up an interesting question. I have quite frequently seen something that I discovered no one else had seen (Quiet, Bill D!:) and it got me to thinking: How can we possibly know what is real? One person's reality may be a far stretch from another's.

Two people standing side by side admiring a sunset- are they discussing the same things?

I remember one time years ago sitting in a car in north Portland, Oregon when the car filled with dancing, glittering, multi-colored lights (Actually, I thought it was a rainbow). I looked at my brother and laughed. He laughed with me. Years later he told me that he had seen nothing, that he laughed because I did.