Last night, as I opened my small front window last night to get some fresh air, I was confronted by three smiling demons, phased-out, but more translucent than most, that apparently had been standing there staring at the window, patiently, expectantly—with the smiles already on their faces—as if they knew exactly when I was going to open it, and were still happy because they hadn't been waiting all that long. So, after recovering from a brief, stunned pause, I put on my warm-greeting face, and then cheerfully said to each of the 7' tall surprise guests, "Hello!" NOTE | I greet all demons in this way, even the ones that have attacked or otherwise offended me; especially them, in fact, because it is the new ones that catch me off-guard at first. All of them look very different from one another; so, for each successive demon, you have to take a moment to get past the intimidating and fear-inducing aspects of their face—symmetrical horn-like protrusions (if any), rid...