The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.
Cormac McCarthyYears later he'd stood in the charred ruins of a library where blackened books lay in pools of water. Shelves tipped over. Some rage at the lies arranged in their thousands row on row. He picked up one of the books and thumbed through the heavy bloated pages. He'd not have thought the value of the smallest thing predicated on a world to come. It surprised him. That the space which these things occupied was itself an expectation.
Cormac McCarthyIf trouble comes when you least expect it then maybe the thing to do is to always expect it.
Cormac McCarthy