Beginnings could happen more than once, or in different ways.

I've begun to think that we sit far more than we're supposed to...Why else would we have feet?

There was no escaping what he had realized as he fought for warmth in the night. With or without him,the moon and the wind would go on, rising and falling. The land would keep stretching ahead until it hit the sea. People would keep dying. It made no difference if Harold walked, or trembled, or stayed at home.

After the two drinks, she felt warm inside, and slightly indistinct at the edges.

Harold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same, and also unique; and that this was the dilemma of being human.

If I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, it stands to reason that I'm going to get there. I've begun to think we sit far more than we're supposed to." He smiled. "Why else would we have feet?

The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings.