I have weird memories of you.
A six-year-old sounds like a sage when he makes known his musings:
“Sometimes lies are more dependable than the truth.”
So, this is what we do: we tell ourselves that everything is going to be all right while all around us, the world is changing – lashing winds and starless skies; rising prices and restless wars; a whirligig of a lonely planet spinning out of control.
No black without light, no day without night.
Can there ever be truth if there were no lies?
And most importantly of all: is there anything we can do about it? We could only do so much but perhaps our fate is already written in the stars. Maybe we are led to walk down a path of deceit; maybe we are victims of circumstances; maybe we have to lose in order to win.
Or maybe it just is not meant to be.
Honestly – reading two sci-fi classics back-to-back is really no easy feat. Are they supposed to make you still mull over them weeks later?