He has a gentle, charming girlfriend, and she has a thoughtful, talented fiance. The two complete strangers become entangled because of a devastating accident. Anger is wanting something and being unable to get it; sorrow is wanting something and being unable even to ask for it.
“So you've been the one pulling the strings all along, haven't you?” “Ha, you have quite the imagination. What a joke.” “All the evidence points to you. Are you still denying it?” “Don't get worked up. You might die again. I never said it wasn't me! But what can you do about it? What happened to you turned out a little less effective than I'd imagined. Don't worry, though. I'll make sure everything is taken care of.”
“I heard they said you came to the swimming pool. What are you doing here? Why are you ignoring me?” “You're crazy!” “Hey, who are you calling crazy?” “Move, you're stepping on the flower!” “A flower? This?” “It's the only one blooming in this whole field. If it's not a flower, what is it, a blade of grass?” “You're so delicate.” “Life is hard enough as it is. Why do we have to hurt each other?” “Hurt each other? Who hurt whom? You tell me! You tell me!” “Cough, cough, let go of me.” “Why did you hurt her? Why did you kill her? Go to hell! Go to hell!”
If we met only to hurt each other, then is God not cruel beyond measure? God says: I have arranged a life for each of you. But if you live your lives exactly according to a path set out in advance, then that isn't life at all.
