Endymion

Information is always to be treasured, Raul. It is behind only love and honesty in a person’s attempt to understand the universe.

“Humanity has evolved—as far as it has evolved,” continued the old priest, “with no thanks to its predecessors or itself. Evolution brings human beings. Human beings, through a long and painful process, bring humanity.”

“Empathy,” Aenea said softly.

The future is never written...only penciled in.

I realized that night the import and the terrible difficulty in the task ahead of me—in keeping this child safe from the sharp edges of a strange and indifferent universe.

I think that is was on this alien and storm-tossed night that I first understood what it might be like to be a parent.

I was not surprised to wake up alive. I suppose one is surprised only when one awakens dead.

Life is brutal that way...the loss of irrecoverable moments amid trivia and distraction.