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But when the ringing phone required his further participation in life, for the first time he hung back, wondering: Why give it?
As soon as the conversation began, Charlie wanted off the phone and out of life. For it all seemed suddenly like one long, tired script, our blocks of speech assigned to us at the start of time. And though we might yearn for new adventures, happy ends, we lack the capacity to imagine even alternative lines.
the leaves just starting their death spiral into beauty.
Imagine that: for every life, not one history but as many as there are people who observed and participated in that life; hundreds, if not thousands, of accounts for just one of the billions of human beings who have lived and died, a staggering proliferation of competing narratives that, no matter how close, can never be reconciled.
