I've been told I can draw that out in people. It's kind of like
   the animal screaming that comes out of women who are giving
   birth that they say feels it's coming from someone else, or like
   being instantly brought into a state of perfect flow like a
   musician deep in a performance, one with their instrument, or a
   skydiver momentarily forgetting the parachute that he needs to
   pull and just enjoying the air, breezing past his face... that
   moment... that oneness that connects all things to their sources
   and the selves to themselves... well, gosh it's only me. = I
   envy the true narcissist. I pretend absurdly because I'd love to
   have that feeling, but alas, I'm stuck empathizing all of the
   time. gr.