I have been going to Senior exercise classes for two years now, and my life has a high point every week: the exercise class.
I just watched a documentary and I found out why. The documentary is introducing music through personal headphones and ipods to people with Alzheimer's and dementia, showing that they come alive, and their memories, at least temporarily, return, and with it their sense of being a person, and joy.
I live in silence... and dance at the exercise class. I don't have a radio, don't have a TV, so I don't listen to music, but when I accidentally do... I party. I celebrate... OK, too much information? ok... I shut up.
I have been "harping" on this with my students: hear the principle first, and then hear the rest...
If I asked you (Cinderella) to separate the wheat from the chaff... what would you do first? If you are like me, you first find out what is the difference... in looks, in weight, and then start separating them accordingly.
I even used to use this capacity (oh, forgot to say, it's a capacity!) to hire or not hire someone to work with me. I would ask someone to separate a pile of things by their category...
For you Everything is the same as everything else ... except not always
A lot of things will get clearer with this new distinction... even though I have only a cursory sense of what I am talking about. But Source does, so some of the muscle test will leave you with your mouth hanging open. Guaranteed.
This is a really long talk, and I probably should charge money for it... And maybe I will.
One of the justifications I have for giving it all away is that very few people are able to value what I say, for reason of everything I say comes from what is invisible to you... even though you COULD see it, but for that you have to interact with it long enough... which a low TLB person won't.
What has kept me proudly poor all these decades...
Will let you know what I'll do about it...
Update: I asked Source if I can pull "whore"... I got a yes answer.
It attached on my forehead. After I pulled it, just like any other attachment, I started to cry. I hadn't cried about this in the past 20 years.