A tear wells in his eye. It wells and then spills down his cheek. And despite being pumped with booze and coke, I can read that one eye as clearly as a billboard for cigarettes. Only instead of saying Alive with Pleasure it says, I Have to Go Now.

Goldilocks effect”—that everything is just right. (For the record, these three possible universes are known respectively as closed, open and flat.) Now,

But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart.

That's life. It hurts, it's dirty, and it feels very, very good.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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