For me, probably fatherhood. At least when it’s wholesome and going well, which is about maybe half of the time. Depends on the day with a four-year-old. But even when I want to hurl her off of a fucking bridge, I’ll miss her to death the moment she’s finally asleep or at preschool. So much sometimes that I could probably cry. It’s really powerful. I truly know what it feels like to be willing to die for something. No hesitation. I’d die for my wife as well, of course, but with my daughter it’s a whole other animal. It’s hard to articulate.