See, now you think like everyone else: How can anyone… How can anyone—I said—what? How can anyone believe that one day he was here and the next day he was gone? Yet how can one, I thought. How can one know a fact without accepting it? How can one accept a person’s choice without questioning it? How can one question without reaching a dead end? How much reaching does one have to do before one finds another end beyond the dead end? And if there is another end beyond the dead end, it cannot be called dead, can it?
