Don’t let this get out, but the ugly truth is that I’m a surprisingly shallow person. (Sorry, it came as quite a shock to me too.) I don’t have deep thoughts or the soul of a poet or a longing to end suffering for all sentient beings. I have no profound feelings for humanity or nature or the universe beyond whatever came standard from the factory, and I probably jettisoned most of that. Everything in the dreamstate strikes me as fine the way it is, however it is. I wouldn’t mind having some depth, but I really can’t think of anything to be deep about. I like dogs, does that count?