No she didn't, dear mother. I saw Suzon here last night.

Well, sure they can, because I figured out who Glennda saw in that alleyway the night the victim was murdered.

Lord Asano, of the province Ako, saved him that day, seeing something in the boy that Oishi did not.

Maybe it's just some pipe dream that I have of finding any real family out there, but sometimes when I feel like it's me against the world, keeps me going.

But then we hear communications officer Kenneth Jensen, Butcher, tell us it was he, who saw the muzzle fire coming from Compound 6.

The poem was very indignant, and mainly exaggerated, but the only spoken-word poetry that I had seen up until that point was mainly indignant, so I thought that's what was expected of me.

What we also saw is that the goal of the attack was really to do it slowly and creepy -- obviously in an effort to drive maintenance engineers crazy, that they would not be able to figure this out quickly.

It was cool, and they just shared the stories about how this affected them and how they used to plant with their mother and their grandmother, and it was just cool to see how this changed them, if it was only for that one moment.

I saw something, but what's more likely -- that I saw an alien spacecraft, or that my brain misinterpreted the data my eyes were giving it?

So I just gave him a look in his eyes and I guess he saw the anger and frustration just burning, and he said to me, "Your eyes are going to get you in a lot of trouble, because you're looking like you want to fight."

I walked into a courtroom, and I saw an auditorium of people who, one by one, would approach the front of that courtroom to say two words and two words only: "Not guilty."

He dreamt of acquiring land, riches and power through military conquest.

The day the war was over, I remember seeing this image -- one of blocked roads, of displaced people eagerly rushing south, back to their homes, regardless of what they would find.

Rather than a path, Paul wrote, "I saw instead only a harsh, vacant, gleaming white desert.

That the programs, instead of being turned off -- when you quit the program, you'd keep running and, basically, all the sorts of things like Windows is doing, running as a multi-cellular organism on many machines, he envisioned all that happening.

Now I look at all the people I painted, and I think to myself, like, what would it look like if we all walked around like gods and goddesses from Yoruba mythology?

But I have to keep reminding myself that when I was over there, I was able to see humanity over hatred in my enemy's eyes.

So this led me to the first-ever TED, back in 1984, and it just so happened to be a Sony executive explaining how a compact disk works.

And, I mean, I went up there expecting -- I don't know what I was expecting -- but, you know, when I saw a man who was missing an entire leg go up to the high jump, hop on one leg to the high jump and clear it at six feet, two inches...

But on the edge of town, one elderly lady, a charwoman in the charnel ground, saw a jeweled foot on a jeweled lotus on his shoulder and then the dog, but she saw the jewel foot of the Maitreya, and she offered a flower.

And it may be a little bit of a glimpse as to what might be happening some decades out as we start to have cyborg bodies for exploration or for other means in many sort of post-human futures that I can imagine, as a science fiction fan.

And I remembered on September 11th, on 14th Street, the roof of our building -- we can see the World Trade Towers prominently -- and I saw the first building collapse from a conference room on the eighth floor on a TV that we had set up.