I feel it in my chest. I sigh. Perhaps I'm clenching my hand not to close things off but to keep them open. My guide smiles. To keep them open? Yes... I touch my chest… I feel like my heart is ... filling. He smiles and nods. And that fills your heart? Tears come to my eyes ... Yes... I leave my hand on my chest. It touches me. Ah! It touches you… He puts his hand to his own chest... I nod. You see, asking questions not only through our thoughts and beliefs but of this flesh and blood organism of ours helps us discover the nature of our needs... This is what wants our noticing. I see. I pause… I have one more question…