“I have nothing to give either—except this gesture, this thread thrown between your humanity and mine: I want to hold you in my arms and as your soul got shot of its box of flesh to understand, as you have done, the wit of eternity: its gift of unhinged release tearing through the darkness of its knell.”

Equally provocative and eye-opening, Morrison's reflections seemed to have a mind of their own. Reading this felt like a heartfelt conversation with a dazzlingly brilliant and unflinchingly honest companion.