Love of the things that make you happy is steady too—books, words, music, art—these are lights that reappear in a broken universe. Do people have a choice in the direction their lives will go? We cannot choose where and when we are born, by whom or how we are first loved, or with whom we will fall in love—at least, I do not believe so. And we cannot choose who is taken from us, or the way in which they are taken.
