I said, "In my childhood room I cried myself to sleep every night believing God was absent, not realizing that God was the room." She said, "And look at how many rooms you have in your house today." I added, "Though I tire myself out with the preponderance of dark thoughts and what seems to me to be their endless repetition." She said, "You do such a great job of taking the mystic's advice, greeting them at the door, laughing." I said, "Even the taste of laughter in my mouth turns bitter with the sorrow on the face of my neighbor." She said, "Kiss me, so I can taste it and then we can make brownies together and take them next door to share."