And that’d be enough, a torment like that – all the torments of lost loved ones, lost hope, and even the loss of love itself – to give up and surrender to the endless sleep, if there wasn’t a meaning to human life, and if we didn’t have a purpose. But there is, and we do: the meaning is our destiny – the destiny of our brave, flawed, beautiful species – and the purpose is in doing whatever great or little we can to help in achieving it. The wonder and sustaining solace of it all is that were not alone: we’re never alone if we live and we journey onward to new cities, new adventures and new
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