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The relief on his face was plain. It was as if I’d worked out the whole chess game in advance, and now all I had to do was move the pieces, answer the questions. Or else this was what it felt like to tell the truth. It had all been worked out in advance; in reality.

Wasn’t this the great hope and folly of humans? That we were all so influenceable? Not weak or flimsy, but actually interconnected at the root level, like trees – we took everything personally because it was personal.