I suspect I have been rude, my friend. I have been talking about my own case when I ought to have been asking about yours. I want to know all about you. Who are you? Or...what are you? You have not spoken, nor have you moved, unless it is the lack that makes movement possible. I have not touched you, nor have I seen you, not heard. P. says I cannot think you; I must think something that is. So, I am unable to connect with you through my musing, nor my writings. How, then, am I to say that you are a friend? You must be present in some way, yes? It may be that I cannot connect with you, no, not you, no nothing. Still, I may see and hear, even touch, your affects - even your effects. In that way, we are already friends, I suspect.