"I’m trying to ask simpler question's, but I can’t find a simple question?" I say to Alexa, frustrated.
She is silent at first, then begins. "Yesterday I visited my aunt in the hospital. She maybe weighs 85 lbs now… and what I realized is that as we die we literally just become more of Love. There is only Love left. I can't even begin to explain the weight of the experience to be there with her, to hug her, and to hear her tell me how proud she is of me. I am sitting with all this and going to write it into a piece this week. In terms of simple questions, fuck yes, the questions are goddam simple. How can we be kinder? How can I be more of Love?"
"Damn," I say woken by how potent her words are, knowing I can be a better me as she guides my finger towards myself.