There are times when I come to You in prayer, and feel like a beggar, hoping for salvation. Other days, I am a merchant, bargaining for my soul. I have been a philosopher, musing on death; and a coward, praying for more life. Each time I bow my head, I wear a different costume, and a different name to my profession. But today, I long to feel none of these. I wish only to come to You in prayer, and find no one else in attendance.