I thought I should mention a dream that I had. There was an assassin sneaking through a house. His intended target was Jimmy Carter. Yes. That Jimmy Carter. I'll make this short. Basically, he found his way down into the basement, where there was a den. He came around a corner and realized that Jimmy Carter was sitting on a wide sofa, his back turned to the assassin. But Carter knew he was there. He said; "So you've come to kill me." But he didn't say anything else. The assassin, discovered, no longer tried to hide himself, but stepped into the room. What he found there was a skeleton. Jimmy Carter was dead, and had been dead for some time. The assassin was saddened by this; that a great man had died alone, neglected and forgotten, in this basement. He began to sing a lamentation for the President. As he sang, a chorus of angels joined him.

The chorus is mostly what I remember about the dream. The sound of that chorus was the most beautiful thing that I've ever heard. If affected my entire day. There were no words. Just vocalizations. Sounds. Shapes. There's no way I could described. Mara said that my brain had given me a gift. I'll accept that.

I won't wonder too much about the meaning of the assassin and Jimmy Carter.