So I pray. I pray to all the gods and that is also everyone. I pray to all the people, keep your Existence close. I pray to the Ukrainian people that at the end of this long day, you are in a bed, safe, so safe. I pray to the trans kids in Texas that the expression of your Existence is as it should be, a sacred choice. I pray to the hands. To my own, work and protect. To the ones laid across my collarbone, keep your hands on my collarbone. And to the Ukrainian girl on my computer, I see you and keep your hands on that rifle.