I have a fondness for trying to visualize myself from a vantage point other than inside of my own head. There isn't much room to back up and take an objective look at things in there. It's a pretty small space. There's a lot of noise, too, machinery and dive bombing Stukas and weapons being discharged. It's very bright and fast. There are hundreds of strobe-lights blinking wildly.
I can't seem to think in there.
I like to let my essence loose so it can float up above my body for a better vantage point. Not way, way above my body -- that would be ridiculous -- but 5 or 6 feet or so. Mostly I see this pleasant horse-faced guy sipping coffee and reading the newspaper, friends stopping by to chat, eating a snack from time to time. He doesn't seem to be under too much pressure. It doesn't look too bad, actually.
"I wish I had that guy's life," I think.
Usually, I catch myself.
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