I’d like you to imagine the most perfect pizza you have ever had.

I’d like you to hold this pizza in your mind with the attention you can imagine holding love in your palms.

I’d like you to call this pizza your pizza.

Does your pizza dance around?
Does your pizza prance around?
Is your pizza vegan?
Has your pizza grown of age or stayed the same age its whole life?
Is your pizza poor or rich?
Is it kind or rude?
Will your pizza do its chores or will it be lazy 24/7?