Self-regulation is widespread.But there is no exemption forwhat happens when we notice it.Consciousness is a soft thumb,the subtlest of pressures, thatalters everything; no thing isnot touched by this tiny bushwack.Now the word on the street isalteration.In town a local deli is connected to asmall bar. I remember the two spacesas a tailor shop. One touch remains asa reminder. Over the doorway that connectsthe bar to the deli is a sign that reads:"Alterations within."In a local dream someone showed mea photograph of the moment whensleep finally connected to wakefulness.As from a newsreel a voice said it wasthe greatest achievement in our history.The photo showed two pieces of half-eatenfruit. "What's this?" I heard myself say."You just missed the two parrots," said the voice.