Lovely. Like the poem at the end. "One poor Noah." You wonder how much is chance and how much is pre-ordained. Maybe chance and the preordained are like ballroom dance partners, who require each other to dance life into being, while occasionally breaking away from each other, on the cosmic dance floor, to swirl specific events into existence.
Lovely. Like the poem at the end. "One poor Noah." You wonder how much is chance and how much is pre-ordained. Maybe chance and the preordained are like ballroom dance partners, who require each other to dance life into being, while occasionally breaking away from each other, on the cosmic dance floor, to swirl specific events into existence.
I love this one because you manage to combine such a vast array of topics in a great narrative. One of your best!