I was floating on a cloud. My eyes were closed and I could only feel the sensation of floating. The only thing I could hear was the voice. I felt wond...erful. The voice talked and I listened. But it was like some other part of me was paying attention. I was just floating. I wished it would never end.I was floating in space and far away there was a distant sun. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face and hands as I watched it in the darkness of space. A voice told me the sun was moving. There was little I could do yet the idea of not being there was unacceptable. I talked to Diane, not about the case and the possible charges Terry would face. Even now my training and knowledge of Judges Rules prevented me from going there as eventually Diane may have to give evidence. In the UK a wife could not be compelled to give evidence against her husband, but I believed she would if that was the only charge we could make. I hoped that Bob would find evidence of other crimes, then he. Simple, clean, very neat, without any decoration or personalization. I wondered if he would object if I changed things slightly. The room needed some warmth besides the warmth we would create for ourselves."This room is like what I imagine an army barracks would be," I said in passing."Yeah, I suppose it is. I haven't lived here much and I haven't really tried to make in my own. Maybe you can suggest some things?" I've got a family picture and I'd love to see a couple of yours too." Caroline. . by some odd circumstance of this Universe we live in, you should ever find yourself in the court room having a very surrealistic moment in time, is you will know what the next thing I'm going to ask you for the record is, 'And what was your Time?' Pretty open ended question, but if you have a good answer, already prepared, pick a date in history and that is your answer to the zen koan. Seriously odd answer, one you are delivering in answer to a question by which a court of law is actually.