Not a thing. A complex of ideas in the vicinity of human meaning-making via imagination associating sense and experience. Narrative results, and more felt sense. Dreams happen and have their own style and way of being, autonomy, and urgencies. Compulsions happen. Death nods. Birth surprises. A poetic sense of the moment emerges, and then slithers away again down into We Know Not What. Perhaps the process makes one more humane. That is certainly not guaranteed. What more?