What reader wants to be told what attitude to strike?

We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.

How easily this unthinking family love was forgotten.

I'm holding back, delaying the information. I'm lingering in the prior moment because it was a time when other outcomes were still possible.

What is lawful is not always identical to what is right.

He never believed in fate or providence, or the future being made by someone in the sky. Instead, at every instant, a trillion trillion possible futures; the pickiness of pure chance and physical laws seemed like freedom from the scheming of a gloomy god.

Dying in unfamiliar surroundings miles away from home, it cannot possibly be good. There is a great sadness about that I think.