A man approached me one quiet Sunday afternoon as I stood in line at the grocery store. I was distracted, half-listening to whatever ‘90s throwback was playing overhead, when he interrupted my thoughts with the most unexpected question: “So what drives your inner being?” He said it like we were old friends catching up over coffee, not strangers under harsh fluorescent lights and the whirring hum of checkout lanes. I froze. I stumbled over my words. I think I said something about my faith in...