It is very hard to become an adult. The becoming is almost too painful to take.

Do you remember? Do you remember last year or last week when you felt so insignificant and lonely that you thought you might just rot away?

People die of loneliness. Or kill themselves.

In times like these, it is necessary to consider love.

Maybe part of love is feeling that you are never alone, that you are unconditionally embraced, and that it will all be all right.

Tim Kulp's face is a face I might have loved. This university is so big and it is very hard to be mostly alone, uprooted, and packed into an institutional dormitory as if one's spirit could be nourished by concrete walls and a microwave.

Who has not walked there, in that numb void where almost nothing matters? Though I believe sincerely that Kulp was devastatingly wrong and disrespectful in his behavior, he was at the core responding to an emptiness we have all felt: this world is too often lacking in unconditional love, and we cannot survive without human contact. We are mirrors of one another, and we are responsible for each other.

Do whatever you can to survive. Do not let others die. Do whatever you can to understand and to forgive.