She went on. "There's the drown of things and the swim of things, I guess. I've been going back and forth, back and forth. I feel the weight of it. And this bewilderment - how can something that doesn't have a form, doesn't have a definition, doesn't have words - how can it have such weight? And yet, there's the need to swim."

"Life goes on," I offered.

"Yeah, but you see, 'Life goes on' is as a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.

Auteur: David Levithan