I felt a moment of calmness and clarity, and in that clarity of mind I discovered a simple astounding secret: Death has an opposite, but the opposite is not mere living. It is not courage or faith or human will. The opposite of death is love.
The arbitrariness of all these deaths are outraged me, but it frightened me, too, because if death here was so senseless and random, nothing, no amount of courage or planning or determination, could protect me from it.