Sublime

He believed in his own decency with all his heart. So it was with every true monster,

Here was a form of

We lose our humanity if our speaking (whether verbal or not) doesn’t reach anyone.

It was as if words persisted when there were no humans around to hear them.

he was tongue-tied, because his father—still seared by the memory of a smashed television and his son’s slapped face, did not ever want to hear about space. And that was all Nath read or thought about.

He’d be nothing. He wouldn’t even be 571. The real authorities could turn him into anything at all.

We might cry a little if we let ourselves be tamed…