A Fistful of Empty

My friend, but so different. For him, life was a test. Honor and courage the subjects. Death the examiner. Nothing else mattered but how you faced it. True as far as it went, but there were other things that mattered. The niche you filled in another’s heart that helped them face life. A life rich with pleasure was not incompatible with honor and courage. Perhaps it eroded it, compromised it. Arnie had little to lose when he died. He wore his life lightly, and stepped from it easily. He faced death well but skimped on life, tasting few of its pleasures.

Surprise, Leo, you can still think like a pro when you have to.

“She had her own ideas about what combinations to investigate and she wanted to run her own parallel studies.