"Spirituality is not necessarily religious. Spirituality is the feeling that the world is inhabited, that there is something else than just the absolutely concrete and that even a sheet of paper could suddenly begin to talk to us. It is a dialogue with the unknown, the invisible. It is not a rational dialogue. There are no answers and no questions, but there is experience. For example I cannot explain to you what it is to feel cold, but nonetheless we feel cold. Spirituality is the thought that goes towards the mystery, towards the non-rational."

And yet, there are people who love me. Do you know how hard that was to write? So fucking hard. I deleted it the first time I wrote it because I was scared of saying it, as if those people themselves would walk through the walls of this room where I’m sitting and say no, we don’t and then disappear. I deleted it the second time, too. And the third. But there are people who love me. People willing to walk slow with me as I amble with a cane. People willing to try to run with me across a state. People willing to wait when I am late. People who send me things to read. People who read the things I write. People whose time I’ve wasted. People who ask me how I am, even still, even still. People, though, not products or machines. And there are so many people I love.