It must have been late in the morning when I saw her, holding on to her dead baby. Just with one hand, but she would not let it go. Occasionally looking up, then to the ground, sometimes at the baby, sometimes at the sky, but mainly just looking ahead. No discernible expression on her face, but the eyes were glazed and wet.

Whether the baby died from a fall, or by another’s hand which had proved too strong, I could not tell. There was nothing that I could say that would ever comfort her, even if I spoke the same language. But there was this - communication in its purest nature. No words, no action, just emotion that needed to shared. Immersed in a feeling of utter helplessness. Nothing could be done. Nothing else mattered.

The New Age teachings - that all is vibration, that everything from colour and sound to the essence of all we experience is simply a unique frequency, I expect to be true. Yet no mantra, crystal or meditation could communicate or create truth in the way that raw emotion does.

This shared feeling was so strong that it made me wonder about what was really happening. There we were, both infinite beings, bundled mixtures of whatever existence truly is, somewhere within an infinite range of possibilities, completely helpless, yet in that moment we were as one.

She lifted herself up from the rock on which she was sitting. The little body still hanging limply in her hand, as she climbed on to a new rock. I saw the sign on the fence beneath labelled “eastern chimpanzee”. She didn't even know I existed, but I was there. I could do nothing else.

A theory which most of us have taken as an established fact is that if we give an infinite number of monkeys an infinite number of typewriters, blah blah – you know it.

Well, I just don't see it. If you give an infinite number of typewriters to an infinite number of monkeys, what you actually get is an infinite number of typewriters broken in an infinite number of ways.

As an example, let’s say an infinite number of people read my short story ‘The Three Trials of Odeiyon’. Then an infinite number should notice that the title was a compound anagram of ‘On the Other Side of Reality’. Okay, so very few have actually read it, or are likely to, but given the feedback that I have patiently awaited, this epiphany is just not going to happen.

I also left some straightforward anagrams to be discovered, but alas they probably never will be.

I liked the classic line in the film Hook where Smee, when introducing the captain proclaimed ‘He is so deep, he's unfathomable!’

It also makes me wonder if Dylan Thomas shared this experience when he named the village Llareggub in Under Milk Wood. Not right to make the comparison though. He was a good writer.

Moving on, but related. You may have come across the 'conspiracy' theory that our world is under the control of reptilian creatures. Not only that, but some are disguised and actually live amongst us.

This idea has been expressed in many stories. Good examples are the old television series ‘V’ and the film ‘They Live’ by John Carpenter. In ‘V’ the creatures have invaded Earth, and can change their appearance from reptilian to human. In ‘They Live’, the creatures have always been in control and hold all senior positions of authority and influence. They too disguise themselves as humanoid, until someone creates sunglasses with special lenses which reveal what they are really like. Not reptilian, but very scary.

I don't have any inside knowledge whether any of this is true, although many people do make such claims.

In the series ‘V’, we have seen that the invaders are hated because they eat people. But are we just hating them for looking after number one? We eat animals. Over the last week, I have eaten pigs, chickens, fish, cows, and probably a lot of other creatures that I am not aware of. I didn't personally kill these creatures, but I ordered and paid for them to be killed so that I could eat them. So yes, I do kill them. Why is that so different from the reptile in ‘V’?

Answer, it isn't.

Perhaps we are all reptiles, just different types. So how can I hate the reptiles in ‘V’?

Answer, I can't, unless it is a hate based on looking after number one.

What I do know is that we as humans are a pretty diverse bunch. Forget about politics and borders, we have obvious physical and I would say other differences. Now consider for a moment if we were all in a sort of parallel world, where we were the same but different. There, we are all reptiles. Some are born rich, some are workers….