When God closes a door, he opens a window. Yeah. The problem was that this particular window opened off the tenth story, and he wasn’t so sure God supplied parachutes.
When a man dies, it’s only him. And one is much like another. Aye, a family needs a man, to feed them, protect them. But any decent man can do it. A woman… A woman takes life with her when she goes. A woman is… infinite possibility.
The body is amazingly plastic. The spirit, even more so. But there are some things you don’t come back from. Say ye so, a nighean? True, the body’s easily maimed, and the spirit can be crippled—yet there’s that in a man that is never destroyed.
And in the end, it does not matter. I am what God has made me, and must deal with the Times in which He has placed me.