Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was.

And I realized a wondrous truth: that knowledge could be our treasure, that there were things humankind knew that we did not, that our conquest need not comprise taking and killing, but could consist of our mutual conquest of ignorance and distrust.

The truth may not be told. Here is an acceptable lie.

However strenuously the world pulls us apart, however long the absence, we are not changed for being dashed upon the rocks. I knew you then, I know you now, I shall know you again when you come home.

I had felt the shot coming; I hadn't realized the bow was loaded with this very quarrel, perfectly calibrated to hit him hardest. What part of me had been studying him, stockpiling knowledge as ammunition?

For future reference: do not underestimate the seductive power of math.