Your name is sacred, but your presence is common, as common as the definite article, as common as arithmetic mistakes, common as common. Everyone loves you and everyone hates you. Many are bored with you but it’s not your fault. Your mystery is how we thrive. You are both and neither— alive and dead, visible and invisible. You are the rhyme at the end of a line and the unexpected punchline of every gag, joke, and pun.