In a critical sense, doing nothing can mean doing something. Inaction can be action and embracing this paradox can save your life.

That is the inescapable math of tragedy and the multiplication of grief. Too many good people die a little when they lose someone they love. One death begets two or twenty or one hundred. It's the same all over the world.

There's no such thing as a lost cause.

There's a reason for everything, you said, and though it's a mystery to me now, I know it won't always be so.

That's death and life, you see. We all shine on. You just have to release your hearts, alert your senses, and pay attention. A leaf, a star, a song, a laugh. Notice all the little things, because somebody is reaching out to you. Qualcuno ti ama. Somebody loves you.

...like the 75 billion souls who lived before him, each and every one a treasure, he, too, will die.

How many boys like him were out there in the ether, holding on to their big brothers and sisters who were still alive? How many husbands were floating between life and death, clinging to their wives in this world? And how may millions and millions of people were there in the world like Charlie who wouldn't let go of their loved ones when they're gone?