“Live. I tell you to live, confound you! You are…my soul! Do not take from me that last shred of hope, that struggling ember of possibility that would ignite again my passion. Live! I give layers upon layers of love and devotion. I give you the very meat of sustenance. I give you my heart. Why must you deny me? Shall I whisper my invocation to you? Live. Shall I scream it from the rooftops so that all may know of my travail? Would my forceful words call forth the very spark of life? Can art be made real, and dream substantiated? Live, I say! LIVE !“

“Honey, what in the world are you doing in the kitchen?”

“Just making a sandwich.”

“Well could you and your creation be a little bit more quiet about it?”

“Sorry, dear. stupidwitheringnofuncowdog…“

“What was that, sweetie?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep.”

“Just talking to your food again?”

“Yeah…something like that.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Honey?”

“Yes dear?”

“Was that directed at me or the sandwich?”