Thank you, syd. That made my day. :-)

I read this, and your post, last night before I went to bed, and I woke up with the first two lines of this Rumi poem floating around my head:

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.