So if you see me on the street, cupping something as I lean into the wind, don't be shy. Come over and help. For it's God I'm carrying, or at least that portion of God we call the soul. So come and help. And I will calm your fear of what is chasing you. And, perhaps, we can put whatever books we carry down, and open our small flames to the sun.
— Mark Nepo, The Exquisite Risk