[The man thinks that he should feel more about all of this. Distress, anger, melancholy, grief... but even as all of that seems distant, left behind in another life. What's not left behind are his memories; he knows who he is, what he was, how he handled the beauty and tragedy of the world he knew.
Probably not as well as most, he realizes... but well enough to be at the top of his field, wealthy, famous. How much did all of that matter then, and now?]
Thank you so much for your patience while I was out of town and sick!
[The man thinks that he should feel more about all of this. Distress, anger, melancholy, grief... but even as all of that seems distant, left behind in another life. What's not left behind are his memories; he knows who he is, what he was, how he handled the beauty and tragedy of the world he knew.
Probably not as well as most, he realizes... but well enough to be at the top of his field, wealthy, famous. How much did all of that matter then, and now?]
Don't you trust what you know?