When you turn from one room to the next, when your animal senses no longer perceive the sounds of the dishwasher, the ticking clock, the smell of a chicken roasting - the kitchen and all its seemingly discrete bits dissolve into nothingness - or into waves of probability.
“I don't know about Heaven or Hell, but I do know that we are visited all the time by the spirits of those who affected us in life.”
“I lie around and play guitar, that's something I do for sure. In fact that's all I do, I think.”