I am not a Californian. Nor am I am a Nevadan. Neither am I an American. I am none of these things. I am a human who walks barefoot on this Earth or this man-made pavement outside of the shopping mall that is made of the same things twenty thousand miles away in a part of this world I have never known. I will be a human no matter where I go, what I see, what I do. I can run on the sand of the Sahara and fly over the Mediterranean Sea and touch the depths of the salty Atlantic waters... and I will always be human. I can reside in Montana or Hungary or South Africa. I can be asleep in a four star hotel or a dirt cheap motel and things will be the same. I can breathe this air in this small town and exhale to feed every plant that has ever been known. I can inhale the thin oxygen of the Everest peaks or the humid air of Georgia in the summer and things will not change. This is me and us and all and every and the harmony is beautiful that the breath I breathe becomes so insignificant that I forgot how to inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. I can laugh at this thought and he can laugh at this thought while sitting on his couch in Dublin and we will never know, but we do. We know, we know, we know. We can feel the harmonious strings pulling us like we are John Cusak's puppets in Being John Malkovich... and it is beautiful. My smile can be yours and your tears can be mine and we can taste the sweetness of it all on our tongues at the exact same moment in time because it doesn't matter what the clock says. It's all happening right now and the numbers mean nothing because we're all just floating along on this string that will carry us wherever it wants to. But we're all on this trip together so you can let go and I can let go. Ready. One... two... three. Jump.