A cat wanders across the brown rug on the wooden floor. All is well in the world.

My cat lady loves to curl up with a book in the corner. Here, she jumps onto a book, reads a chapter, and then, with one smooth motion, throws the book back on the shelf. She has had enough.

We are not alone, we are not things, only judgments and concepts, the universe will be found in the deluge to come.