Don't you just love 'em, Laurel?
Everyone. Absolutely everyone.
They're all scurrying around so. All planning and scheming and dreaming. Defending, proving, and justifying. Laughing, crying, and feeling. All behaving, more or less, as you expect them to...
Ah yea-a-ah, they do that.
The Universe
Of course they have total freedom, Laurel, with their own thoughts, expectations, and decisions. But many of these play off yours, like a baseball off a bat... Like... you know, "build it and they will come."
