When an animal is about to die, it goes away from the other animals. I have all of these people at arm’s length. I have all of these people that don’t seem to mind me. It goes away from the other animals. I have all of these people that I could never be honest with. Maybe the animal is just ashamed. I wish I could follow her around all day, like a ghost, without ever getting in her way. If I met God right now, I think I would embarrass myself horribly. I would say “... if that makes any sense” at the end of sentences, and I would say “sorry” without having anything to be sorry for. I would forget myself. God would be mortified by an animal this stiff. I hope that I get a chance to warm up a little before we meet.