I am busily engaged. I seem to be present to multiple periods of my life, multiple roles, all active in harmony as I play out various scenes, attending to rather intricate tasks appropriately.

In a specific episode I am in a classic stationary store searching through various items, picking up, examining, thinking through my choices. I am aware of the cogent thought-sequence in my mind as I silently go about this process, sorting through yellow legal pads, folios, a complex tool for punching holes [like the eyelet tool my mother used in sewing]. I go back and forth, thinking things through thoroughly. When I am satisfied, I head for the check-out counter. The young clerk cheerfully asks if I’ve found everything, and I say to her, “Yes. You know I’ve been coming here for over forty years.” I proceed on my way. It is just past dusk, and I am driving to my office which is in deep darkness inside a looming building that seems to stand out in silhouette all at once in many different regions where I have lived and worked, situated in all but limited to no one of them. I am eager to go inside and apply my new acquisitions in the ongoing flow. I am distinctly aware of experiencing myself to be happy in this capacity to accomplish things efficiently.