Where indeed do they go, those who leave the abodes of the Sajhaites?! From one electronic existence to another Real or illusive, stationary or dynamic, This world is just a reflection of the sensory apparatus that records it. Just a quantum soup of data waiting to be interpreted, applied and disintegrated. Where indeed do you go when you leave the abodes of the cyber world? Do you exist, or do I ? or are we just a process of neurotransmitters flowing unhindered Energetic patterns encapsulated by fragments of eternity Which we call Time?! Thanks Sandhurst! Forgive the babble and blame it upon the low fat La Yogurt PinaColada. I must be suffering from low fat syndrome!!!! Hi Scarlett!