We sing the song of ourselves, loudly and sometimes in very inappropriate places. We wear our sunglasses at night. If we’re happy and we know it, we clap our hands. We shake our rumps like rump shakers. On really romantic evenings of self, we go salsa dancing with our confusion. In the time of chimpanzees, we were monkeys. We don’t ask questions like “Why?”, “Haven’t I had enough to drink?”, or “Where are my clothes?”.