I used to receive hundreds of letters addressed to someone who died a long time ago. At first, I let them pile up in a heap, unopened. Eventually, the mountain of mail took over my cramped space. When I couldn’t stand the sight any longer, I read them one by one. They were from all over the country by people who wanted me to save them. To a few devotees I wrote back. I tried to explain how they were wrong. How I was wrong. How everything went wrong: