People ask me if I have a pet. Well…yes, I do. His name is Lloyd. He keeps me company in my ageless. But he’s pretty high maintenance. I have to feed and clothe him and he has a big need for entertainment. The maya grabs his attention for hours on end, sometimes. Then he finally remembers we are in Love, and he melds back into my OMing.
Every once in a while an angel friend drops by and asks me about my pet, so I trot Lloyd out to show off a trick or two. Sometimes I’ll even let him complete a whole New York Times crossword puzzle without cheating, just to impress my logos buddies. But mostly, I just let him play around on that earth planet mud pie. He seems to like it well enough, but sometimes I have to give him a hanky to tamp down a fit of overwhelming yearning. Then I ask my pet who is doing the yearning because I love the befuddled immersion I get back as I AM THAT coalesces into I AM.
 Actually, that pretty much NEVER happens. New York Times puzzles are created by sadists.