I think: if I lose my marbles and never find them you will never love me. I think my marbles are what keep me in business. I think my business is all I have. I think what you really love is my business. Without it there is no me.

But do you really love me, I think, if all you love are my marbles? Do you really love me if without them there is only me. Do you really love me. Do you really love me?

I love you even if you have nothing to own. I love you even if you lose what you have. I love you without conditions. I love you without qualifications. I love you more than life itself. Life does not love you quite the same way. Life is unforgiving. I forgive you.

I love you—yes, you—I love you dearly and deeply and I read what you write. I read what you write and I see deep inside you. I see what you contain. Goodness, all goodness. And nothing but. I see what you refuse to see. I am the Marble-Man. I am Emad Ansari the Marble-Man.