[APPLAUSE]
I have two more things I'm going to read.
I think I should read the poem that's on the broadside.
Let me just grab that.
This is, again, a poem about possibility.
The possibility that is near, that is-- that it is us.
This is called "Sudden Smells, Sudden Songs."
"Where does it all come from--
the sap of strangeness inside us?
The sudden flow of feeling--
I love that song!
That lighter blood, that second breath,
that something where, in the darkness, a knob is turned.
Who are we then?
In that moment, we are not who we were a second ago.
A quick smell of rosemary changes us that fast.
We stand up, familiar to ourselves,
then sit down strangers.
We are two people.
Maybe more."