I'm inordinately fond of greeting inanimate objects,
Plants, and nonhuman animals. I suspect
It's as close to religion as I'll ever get, and I'm about
As close to being among those greeted as I'll ever get
As an I. Once you're among them, you can't
Respond, not as a being responding. Oh maybe
The ponies, sure. Perhaps even the plants have a voice.
But they're intermediate anyway, not all the way home.
To be home is to be welcomed despite nonexistence
As a self. I'm fond of greeting anything close to home.
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