I find the air surrounding person X to be soft and comfortable, a nice place to hang around, spend an afternoon. Unambiguous air, but sculptable like a down pillow. Wordless channels of communication effortlessly open up between us. Miraculous. But is that just an illusion? Probably! It's like I'm a magician and X is my plucky volunteer from the audience and lo and behold the very card X chose from the deck is discovered in his back pocket, or he's the magician and I'm the volunteer, it doesn't matter. But of course that's only a trick, isn't it? I would like to settle the matter by sawing X in half, just to see.