Why is grief the providence of youth? I don’t know. But I’d imagine that age deepens all feelings. Including grief.
My presence will be ornamental. You will find me a respectful, quiet, passive observer of the truth.
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I spoke in the car about the hole at the center of this doughnut. And what you and Harlan did that fateful night seems at first glance to fill that hole perfectly. A doughnut hole in a doughnut’s hole. But we must look a little closer. And when we do, we see the doughnut hole has a hole in its center. It is not a doughnut hole, but a smaller doughnut with its own hole and our doughnut is not whole at all![to Marta]
I observe the facts without biases of the head or heart. I determine the arc’s path, stroll leisurely to its terminus, and the truth falls at my feet.