In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion,'" she repeats, making sure of it. If she had paper and pencil, it wouldn't surprise me if she wrote it down. "So what does that really mean? In simple terms."  I think it over. It takes me a while to gather my thoughts, but she waits patiently.  "I think it means," I say, "that chance encounters are what keep us going. In simple terms.

Feel, feel, I say - feel for all you're worth, and even if it half kills you, for that is the only way to live

It's very difficult convincing the young of anything. They're born knowing so much.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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