It is clear that evolving human consciousness went straight to narcissism; centrality to the universe, a creative benefactor capable of intervention any time we bow our heads to pray, and, perhaps worst of all the illusion that we are the architects of our existence. seeing my dog rise in response to the sound of food bowl noises I am made aware that there is no Tex inside him, steering his dog body anymore than there is a skree steering the skree body. If there were a man inside my head making decisions for my bulky vehicle, who would be inside his head? And who inside his? And who inside his?