One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.
Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
Up against another human being one's own procedures take on definition
You doubt God? Well more to the point I credit God with the good sense to doubt me. What is mortality after all but divine doubt flashing over us? For an instant God suspends assent and poof! we disappear.
I never really got over the fun of making letters.