Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.

Don't you miss it?" I say. "Being free." He laughs.

It's best to let her go," he says. No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.

Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.

His three wives are huddled together on the bare mattress, one of them dying; when we're together, we form an alliance he can't touch. He's scared to even try.

Once upon a time there were two parents, two children, and a brick house with lilies in the yard. The parents died, the lilies wilted. One child disappeared. Then the other." Pg 225

We accept gods that don't speak to us. We accept gods that would place us in a world filled with injustices and do nothing as we struggle. It's easier than accepting that there's nothing out there at all, and that, in our darkest moments, we are truly alone.