I said, "It's been a while since people talked." She said, "The focus on the wrath that comes overwhelms." Thinking aloud, I asked, "How is one supposed to navigate the openings to unopened letters?" She answered, "Salutations matter little when the world selfies itself on vacation." "Ha," I said, "no wonder scripture turns into garbage." She smiled. "Always preaching to the silent choir where love already abounds in songs."