I don’t know what the truth is and no one else does either. At best, one may have a clearer insight… but experts should be taken with a grain of salt.

I went to close up the chickens for the night and there was a young raccoon in the coop. He was wedged on the top of the west wall trying to escape. Too bad there was chicken wire there. I left for 15 minutes but he was still there when I came back. With my short sword sheathed and a hefty staff I returned a second time. I had to get him out so I could secure the coop.

What do I make of it, that when I was driving him out I could tell when he started to feel threatened? There was a communication. Isn’t that what “communication” means? The conveyance of ideas?

Is what you hear a cacophony of white noise or a chorus from the choir of creation?