“Most would only ever guess at who and what was most precious to them-up until the day of loss: then they’d know-and most would also have to guess at why and how, or what might have been. They could never truly know, not as one who’d lived both paths, seen two lives. That crazed noise was his own laughter.”

“Most would only ever guess at who and what was most precious to them-up until the day of loss: then they’d know-and most would also have to guess at why and how, or what might have been. They could never truly know, not as one who’d lived both paths, seen two lives. That crazed noise was his own laughter.”

— Kai Ashante Wilson