In the next draft of existence, everyone will love everyone, and they will consider our lives and think with a shudder, Until they pushed a person out of their dirtiest parts, they had no one they could truly love, and no one who could truly love them—except for their own parents, who also pushed them out of their dirtiest parts. How crude and bizarre our world will seem to them then! How small, tragic and imperfect, when they consider what we had to do to find love.
