I would like to explain that I consider prayer above all an act of gratitude for existence.
Death deserves dignity.
"What do women want?" "They eat green salad and drink human blood."
Alternatives, and particularly desirable alternatives, grow only on imaginary trees.
It's goodbye to reality when love sets in.
There is an immense, painful longing for a broader, more flexible, fuller, more coherent, more comprehensive account of what we human beings are, who we are and what this life is for.