Good vibes--or that by any other name--require the sentience which I know we share. The sharing is good and the capacity to do so, sweet. I am tickled sitting here writing to you. There's a deep tickle inside, and it is so harmless that I allow it to bubble up and so here I am. So I'm just your harmless bubble boy, which you can tap around, blow around--just like a toy. Sharp things are anathema. So if you put me on a bed of pins, I'll burst! *Plop* And then I'll need to scurry back to my bubble covey all perplexed about why tickles turn into pricks, yet awaiting a double or triple bubble birth which will take me for my next ride.