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Nobody cares about being here unless they are here and to talk otherwise is to deny the hereness of the interior although when we speak where are we really? In our spit as it spews our sound? In our thinking as it charges on? In the reflection of our self in the eyes of others? How do we communicate at all? And why do I constantly feel like I'm floating or falling?