Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.

Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.

Here then - the after math of meaning. A liftime finished between the space of two frames.

Who has never killed an hour?

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

Tom gets by, Navidson succeeds. Tom just wants to be, Navidson must become. And yet despite such obvious differences, anyone who looks past Tom's wide grin and considers his eyes will find surprisingly deep pools of sorrow. Which is how we know they are brothers, because like Tom, Navidson's eyes share the same water.

Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was "So?" The boat's gone. "So?" Your mate's dead. "So?" Hey at least you're alive. "So?" An awful word but it does harden you. It hardened me.