Most human beings accept that they can think, remember, learn, and see things through their eyes. I could see additional things.

Once a nice old man I knew, walked past me down the stairs, where I was sitting, and he tousled my hair. Then, I heard the voices of anguished women and learned he had just died up in his room. I was five years old.

I didn't like funerals or looking into caskets, because what lay there was empty. I didn't like emptiness.

I could only rarely see more than others, but it happened just frequently enough that knowledge of it had to be pursued. So I did.

I had the honor of flying fighter jets in the U.S. Air Force and retiring as an airline captain. I'm still very much in Love with my mate of over forty five years. Life is supposed to be fun. So see to it. You are loved.

Now fancy a modern novel with no villain to hiss.