But If You Couldn't Do

Why Did Becoming Accustomed To Something Have To Render Its Pleasures Stale.

How We Remember Changes How We Have Lived. Time Runs Both Ways. We Make Stories Of Our Lives.

It Was Different, Though, Knowing Something In Your Thoughts And Then Hearing It Confirmed, Made Real, Planted In The World Like A Tree

You Have To Be Afraid For It To Count As Bravery.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Tai Thought: Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had? But If You Didn't Change At Least A Little, Where Were The Passages Of A Life? Didn't Learning, Changing, Sometimes Mean Letting Go Of What Had Once Been Seen As True?