God made mud.
God got lonesome.
So God said to some of the mud, “Sit up!”
“See all I’ve made,” said God, “the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars.”
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going God.
- Bokononist last rites, Cat’s Cradle

I’ve just started to get to know you and you’re gone already. I wish I had gone through with finding a way to send you a letter, letting you know that your stories make life worth living. I will make up for it by doing just that, living. The world will sorely miss you.