just got off the phone, we had a wonderful conversation, we talked of love, of loss, of religion, of life, we talked of fears, and futures, successes and pasts. There is such a mortal need for definitions, figurative quadrants scream to be filled in our lives, we create spaces just so we can feel the accomplishment of filling something up when really, we were just fine before. We are enough as long as our insides match our outsides.