After I woke this morning I lay in bed briefly thinking about my approach to the matters we've discussed concerning trans-dimensional communication. A couple of times recently I've written something like “Surely I'm not the only one asking this question?” but as I thought about it I also thought “Well maybe I am!” I'm certainly often the only contributor actually expressing such questions so maybe others aren't thinking about what's been said, not asking themselves if it sounds reasonable? When I went online as I made the first cup of tea of the day I headed for ALF to see who'd said what while I was asleep. Only you, Andrew, had said anything overnight and as I read your words I was a little upset at your reference to my skepticism. Upset because I always feel that 'scepticism' can have the connotation of disbelief and, by association, disbelief in what another individual has said. A quick Google search confirmed that usage. But that's not me. There was also an alternative definition, one that I hope reflects my own approach namely a “...questioning attitude towards unempirical knowledge or opinions/beliefs stated as facts, or doubt regarding claims that are taken for granted elsewhere.” If I ever just ask 'why?' it's not that I'm disrespecting what others say, not disbelieving what they claim, but simply questioning anything asserted without proper support or inviting challenge. As I thought further I realized I'd been in a similar position before and for a similar reason– that of communication. Now in my last years of this incarnation I'm not as mistrusting of others as I used to be in my young, reactionary years. I view them to be as honest as I try to be myself until they let me down. That approach can come unstuck but still I persevere. I recall well ( perhaps not that well!) how impressed I was by the approach of the group whose activities were later to be known as The Scole Experiment, how thorough and honest in their endeavors they appeared. In those days there was much that was experimental, much that couldn't be explained, much that appeared novel. I was happy to be patient and wait for the group to achieve their goals and for explanations to follow later. Does any of this sound familiar? The upshot, though, was that the things I waited patiently for did not happen. The trust I had placed in those workers for spirit seemed misplaced. To be fair perhaps they were misled or maybe they were so eager to be on the cusp of something revolutionary that they failed to keep their feet on the ground? The work they were doing promised to reliably deliver the message of survival but in all the excitement the work might not have been approached as thoroughly as it deserved to be. Perhaps all this is why the curmudgeonly 'mac' already sees holes in the promised rich tapestry?