“You are troubled,” he said to me. “Am I ever not?” I said with a sigh. “Wise,” he said. “As the ocean waves are disturbed by constant turmoil, so is the life of one who lives to the full.” “I don’t think I’m so much like waves, Hesho,” I said, “as much as I am like a jug of something carbonated that’s shaken up and down repeatedly.” He chuckled at that. “I enjoy the way you see the world, Spin. It makes me think that perhaps I should appreciate levity in more abundance.” “Uh, same? Only in reverse?”
