after an unwieldy examination of friendship tonight, i am half asleep and reading excerpts of Miranda July:

"It still counts, even though it happened when he was unconscious. It counts doubly because the conscious mind often makes mistakes, falls for the wrong person. But down there in the well, where there is no light and only thousand-year-old water, a man has no reason to make mistakes. God says do it and you do it. Love her and it is so."

"Do you have doubts about life?
Are you unsure if it is worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and the light within each person under the sky. It's okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise."