That is the inescapable math of tragedy and the multiplication of grief. Too many good people die a little when they lose someone they love. One death begets two or twenty or one hundred. It's the same all over the world.

...like the 75 billion souls who lived before him, each and every one a treasure, he, too, will die.

There's a reason for everything, you said, and though it's a mystery to me now, I know it won't always be so.

On the horizon, he saw the full moon. God dropped it there, he was sure, as a reminder of our small place in the world. A reminder that what is beautiful is fleeting.

There's no such thing as a lost cause.

That's death and life, you see. We all shine on. You just have to release your hearts, alert your senses, and pay attention. A leaf, a star, a song, a laugh. Notice all the little things, because somebody is reaching out to you. Qualcuno ti ama. Somebody loves you.

In a critical sense, doing nothing can mean doing something. Inaction can be action and embracing this paradox can save your life.

And I was even beginning to think home might be with you.