Tuesday morning quiet dining room. Coffee in the cup and a yogurt down the hatch. The trash is out. The recycling is tidy. Soft light and a fake fireplace. It’s cold outside, but warm in the mind and the body and the soul. How can I help? How can I be of assistance? It’s the fastest way out of self and self is a fiery sea of fear and insecurity and resentment and ego. I cannot reside there, in a boat adrift in that sea. It’s a death trap. A suicide wrap. Better get out while we’re young.