The story as told in The Odyssey doesn't hold water. There are too many inconsistencies.

Powerlessness and silence go together.

It's true that there is a rescue thing in people, and not just rescuing the family, which is kind of obvious from a biological point of view. But why is it that some people will jump into a freezing river and swim out to a downed plane for total strangers? What is that about? And it seems to be that it's part of your concept of who you are. That's why some people run into the burning buildings, because if they don't, their concept of who they are will be violated. They wouldn't be who they thought they were.

Once you publish a book, it is out of your control. You cannot dictate how people read it.

There would be no Sherlock Holmes if it were not for serial publication.

Fear has a smell, as love does.

What we share may be a lot like a traffic accident but we get one another. We are survivors of each other. We have been shark to one another, but also lifeboat. That counts for something.