(It is difficult to express in your terms. Consider the structure of physical matter as various forms. Moving inward, you have named subconstructs as atoms. These in turn have many organizations of particles that result in distinctive patterns. Your scientists have begun to understand the energy relationship of these particles. They have begun to perceive the spinning of the particle itself. It is the creative force that produces such spinning which we have in common.) Which could mean vast differences if I work outward through the structure from that base. Differences so profound there could be no point of reconciliation, even similarity. (You are presuming a complexity which in our reality is very direct and simple. It is the distortion of time-space illusion that causes this in your consciousness.) I would have to try again. There must be some ongoing relationship between such INSPECS and humans, else why would they bother with us? For some reason, they need us, we need them, they have been involved with human existence since we began. I’m drawing a blank. (All of your percepts are correct within certain limits.) I began to receive a discomforting signal to take care of something back there … Back where? Where? The signal, annoying, persisted, and I tried to ignore it. What I was doing was much too important to be interrupted. I wanted to concentrate on my next thought-question, but the signal got in the way. I turned to dismiss it, and realized it was a need to return to my physical body … Of course, my physical body! I had to go back, but I didn’t want to, the chance might never come again … (We can meet often at this point. We understand your need. A stronger ident homing signal will be provided that you can do so.) The radiation was warm, understanding friendship and much more, and I gratefully responded, and reached for the ident of my physical body and stretched. The feeling of movement back seemed short, and I automatically slipped into the second, then into the physical. By habit, I looked at the clock. 2:23 A.M. Only six minutes? By comparison, the problem that called me back was frustratingly minuscule. My thoughts were filled with the dazzling import of those