An espiritista cruzado, he calls on both African and Catholic gods to help him cross the threshold and speak with the dead.

I dive into the peace and greet all of these women, those before me, those now, and those to come.

Here, near the end of my world, I want what all of us want, at some point to know that what I did meant something in some way, however ineffable, however transient, to someone.

Shift your consciousness: float on untouched air in the hollow sound of the cosmos.

On that Christmas morning I found myself wondering if the risen savior I did not believe in might be standing in disguise at my front door.