To me, most people are like a wondrous but somehow different species. I can follow them only up to a certain point, but no further. Are we truly the same kind? Perhaps not. Who knows what it all means? Who knows what it even means to be human?

Yet when I do occasionally meet someone who seems to belong to my own kind, it brings me great joy. As for the others, I observe them with a sense of wonder—sometimes delighted, sometimes shaking my head.