But proximity, physical proximity to others with me is a problem. Most moments I am in severe disequilibrium. A ravening soul. What the Buddhists call a Hell Being. To be at one or two removes from people shields me from envy, spite, enmity and brings out the best. Dreams and ideals, the inseparability of souls in the oversoul, warm and fuzzy musings. My magnetic filings are in felicitous disarray, not all lined up for the kill and fidgetting sick with schadenfreude.