Cause hubby and his funky 'membrane people' are all up in my house lounging round drinking my 7up and talking their parallel-universe shit and some of it drives me nutz but just other day one of them was musing, I guess he is what they call it, bout how past, or other lives, could be able to transit these membranes stem to stern port to starboard and that as they do, or may, we here (where we are