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 our organism helps us discover the nature of our needs... This is what wants our noticing. I see. I pause… I have one more question…