I used to think that if you poured each person’s soul into a glass, it would fill exactly halfway. Different textures and colors, smoky greens and blues, pinks and grays - precisely halfway full. Why? The aggregate of each person, the sum of his or her good and bad qualities, intelligence and integrity, talent and worth; any and every combination ended up halfway full. Not a drop more or less; better or worse. Vastly different, but even. I didn’t try to make sense of it, nor did I question it or show other people. I just understood it, and kept it my own.