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It isn’t misery that loves company—no, no. Happiness loves company, and misery—misery just wants to be left alone.
The stars, rather than appearing distant and implacable, seemed to be signal fires in the dark, mysterious fellow travelers lighting a path; one hundred thousand million luminous presences beckoning from worlds away. See us. We are here. We have always been here. We will always be here.
He is a practical man, but still in a wordless place within him, Ben Wilf has come to believe that we live in loops rather than one straight line; that the air itself is made not only of molecules but of memory; that these loops form an invisible pattern; that past, present, and future are a part of this pattern; that our lives intersect for fractions of seconds that are years, centuries, millennia; that nothing ever vanishes.
Maybe every person has an uncrushable heart a hundred billion times stronger than steel.
“If only time could be seen whole, then you could see the past remaining intact, instead of vanishing in the rearview mirror.”
Grief comes in waves. Like the swells crashing against the rocks, it gathers force and breaks when you least expect it.
