If it would do no good to tell you to stand up for yourself, then it would do no good to compare you to a tree. What does it mean to live your own life? Isn’t a part of your life mine? We look up from different places and see the same sky but the sky isn’t partitioned. Today I eat a lunch of bread and cheese, work, sleep, play, and eat, living my life in pieces. I believe in love as I believe in Santa Claus. I love you—now do what I say: Stand up for yourself.

5 June 1984