"And I won't let go and I can't let go I won't let go and I can't let go I won't let go and I can't let go no more" --Bob Dylan, "Solid Rock"
"...I'm gonna love you till the wheels come off oh, oh yeah..."
Are you here about the dust?
Nothing we ever did mattered, one way or another. This event has always been in the cards for man's planet, for the whole scope of our history, coming regardless of what we did or didn't do.
Almost always, things are exactly as they appear. People are continually looking at the painful or boring parts of life with the half-hidden expectation that there is more going on beneath the surface, some saving grace or deeper meaning that will eventually be unveiled; we're waiting for the shocking reveal, the sudden twist of fate. But almost always things just are what they are, almost always there's no glittering ore hidden under the dirt.
...and I go on, explain the way I prefer to look at things: how it's tempting to place events in a pattern, name certain events as the causes of certain subsequent events--but then when you think again you realize that this is just the way that life happened to happen--like constellations, like you blink once and it's a warrior or a bear, blink again and it's a scattered handful of stars.
I hold Ruthie's hand and she holds my hand, we sit like that, giving each other strength, like strangers on a crashing plane.
"With the doomsday asteroid looming, Detective Hank Palace has found sanctuary in the woods of New England, secure in a well-stocked safe house with other onetime members of the Concord police force. But with time ticking away before the asteroid makes landfall, Hank's safety is only relative, and his only relative--his sister Nico--isn't safe. Soon, it's clear that there's more than one earth-shattering revelation on the horizon, and it's up to Hank to solve the puzzle before time runs out . . . for everyone" --… (more)