You’re born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts.
A lot of the rest was in the papers over the next year, if you know where to look. These facts were paid for in blood, so honor that. I don’t know if it’ll make any difference, but it should because we deserve a better world.
The moment I saw you, I knew you were my boy. You weren’t a choice, Randall, you were a fact. You were never a replacement, son. Do you understand?
It’s a fact of life. People we love leave us. Unless you chain them to a radiator, which for some reason is illegal.
Being informed, knowing facts as they are, not how we wish to perceive them, can tip the balance between life and death.
When the facts before you are so filled with uncanny coincidences that perhaps the first step to seeing things clearly is not to find a way to dismiss those facts, but to expand your sense of what reality might entail.