We are all tattoos. No, not the two dimensional ones we see, but the four dimensional ones we are. Our tattoos, from the thousands and thousands of pricks of pain and pleasure endured in childhood, emerges into our completed look and outlook as an adult. The first dimension being our hamster-on-a-wheel thoughts. The second dimension being our roiling sea of feelings. The third dimension, our miracle physical body. The fourth dimension the ability to observe all of the above and be - yond.