I am thinking. Yes, of course of you…well, maybe not exactly you but of things pertaining to you. Okay, maybe I’m not even thinking of things pertaining to you but rather of my world in general and you of course are part of that world. Actually, maybe I’m not exactly being truthful on that matter either. You really aren’t a part of my world but rather a person I once knew, so in all reality you are just a memory, not a being of flesh and bone. Since memories are things of thin air its quite possible I imagined I knew you in which case I really couldn’t be thinking of YOU because you don’t exist. There, now that this is settled I can go back to eating my Cheerios...