Alaska has long been a magnet for dreamers and misfits, people who think the unsullied enormity of the Last Frontier will patch all the holes in their loves. The bush is an unforgiving place, however, that care nothing for hope or longing.

Sometimes he tried too hard to make sense of the world, to figure out why people were bad to each other so often.

Military investigations are designed not to find anyone guilty.

The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances.

When you forgive, you love. And when you love, God’s light shines through you.

And if I remain in the dark about our purpose here, and the meaning of eternity, I have nevertheless arrived at an understanding of a few more modest truths: Most of us fear death. Most of us yearn to comprehend how we got here, and why-- which is to say, most of us ache to know the love of our creator. And we will no doubt feel that ache, most of us, for as long as we happen to be alive.

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