On closing the kitchen junk drawer I said, "I wish I were an expert in industrial-strength organization." She said, "Even in death accomodations will be made for everybody." I turned and asked, "Where does your desire come from; to be a part of your own creation story?" Smiling, she said, "Probably when I last added an orphaned black button to the drawer you were just mulling through." I replied, feigning hurt, "So you admit that eating the last warm pretzel gave you sweet, strange delusions?" She said, "The power of illusion calls one to make premature judgements about something one knows nothing, absolutely nothing about."