Why did five of us need an eight-bedroom house? If that guy outside the grocery store was asking for money, and I had money in my wallet, why wouldn’t I give him some? Why did his mother and I donate to the symphony instead of to people who needed housing? I’d give reflexive answers, but the thing is, when he pressed me, he was often right. I’d wondered these things, too, when I was his age, and then I’d gotten on the track I’d gotten on and just become busy enough getting through each day to ignore the existential questions.”
