I conjure up a younger Halle, sipping on a coffee, sinking down into her 'comfy chair' as the guy with the façade paces around and asks some of his really silly questions, like:
What is it like to be you?
Do you wake up in the morning to a different thought each day, not the same one like I do?
Does your brain still have noise, or is it really, really quiet and serene?
Why can't I just be like you?
Putting on a serious look, and waiting just a bit to let him think these are hard questions, she tilts her head a bit, and smiles, then replies:
Some of these things would fix themselves if you would let them.
For the others, you already know the answers.
You are a good person.
How did she get so wise?