Other Minds   The lives we live in other people’s minds shadow our own, are cast by what we do— and yet are different, too—not ours at all; the lives we might have lived except we did not knowing that we lived them, half aware at best of the tempestuous affair that never was, except as happened there in someone else’s mind, half false, half true. You watch those shadows play against the wall, the moonlight in-between them; restless winds hurrying through the trees, the moon half-hid; and wonder at the lives that you have lived not knowing that you…