I am known as a thinker. Yes, even mice think. But I think about more than cheese.

I think about questions like why am I here. Does life make any sense?

Then the big one, so what?

Do you have a comprehensive understanding of humanity and the universe?

Does it answer life's big questions about why you are here, where you are going and, if so, does it matter?

When I initially parted my mother's fur and made entrance into this human world, the first word that passed my whiskers was "what." Like in "what just happened?" The second word was "why?" Ever since then I have been asking questions. That's how I got my name: Soc Rat Es. Sound familiar? Say it real fast with an emphasis on a long E.

Hint: He was ordered to drink hemlock. Still in the dark? He is a philosopher who is known for asking questions and causing a person to think. That got him into alot of trouble. Like he ended up dead. I also ask questions, but don't want the same outcome. Really, who would want to sentence a mouse to death? Never mind, wrong question.

My life is mostly spent in books and I mean in. Seems as though I have a special gift of going inside books and experiencing the story. I also spend time around my mouse hole home. This gives me time to think about what I learn on my travels.

And I write.

Well, not me really. I have a human scribe who takes my dictation and publishes my adventures. Her name is Patricia. You can know more about her by checking the media page.

And, sorry to say, other mice can be so limited in their thinking. That's why, if you are a human, I would really enjoy some contact. The best way for this would be to switch to my Contact page and let me get to know you.

If you are a female and sort of skittish about having a relationship with a mouse, let me assure you that I am in touch with my feminine side and can be sensitive and gentle. Together we can explore the "what" and "why" of life's questions. Which reminds me, check out the Books section on the wall sign above if you want to know about my latest book journey.

And if you wonder why I am called The Worldview Whisperer it's because when I yell, I squeak. Not much communication is accomplished under that limitation.