Just curious, Laurel, but when was the last time you relied upon me? You know, consciously realized you weren't alone as you went about your daily affairs, choosing a path, finding a parking space, or a new friend, or a great idea... and expected, at least, a little something?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm...
Well, let's just say we do it more often.
K?
The Universe
Laurel, let there be no day you greet, no room you walk into, no street you drive upon, no plane you fly, no boardroom you rally, no mountain you climb, no parking lot, dance floor, beer hall, or Jacuzzi you frequent, that you don't consciously realize you aren't alone, and expect a little something. (No, can't really explain the Jacuzzi bit or the beer hall... you?)
