So far my theories are that some of us are walking around as ghosts, and some of us are in dreams. Or perhaps a comination of the two. Although ghosts probably don't dream if they don't have to sleep. THIS is a question for Dumbledore. Or somebody.
I can't comprehend how someone could write an entire novel. Or a musical composition! What are these people, robots? Kudos to you, robot creators. And well done at keeping your true identities a secret.
Do birds get picky? I guess they've got a lot to choose from in the summertime, with all the berries and insects, and whatnot. A treat for today: some colour! I'm in such a good mood 'cause I bought a new birdfeeder. Wish me luck!