Memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events.
Intolerance of others’ views (no matter how ignorant or incoherent they may be) is not simply wrong; in a world where there is no right or wrong, it is worse: it is a sign you are embarrassingly unsophisticated or, possibly, dangerous.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and the other begins?