I once had a friend named Donna. Donna and I used to take long walks in the woods and talk about anything and everything. She was as interested as I in everything from world affairs to the paranormal; she was extremely intelligent and well-informed. When Donna spoke, I listened, and when I spoke, she listened. We argued and disagreed and together created new perspectives and gained new insights that changed how we saw the world. That changed us.
Some days I miss Donna more than words can say. This is one of those days.