No man, woman, nor child could ever hope to answer that question for no one knows what another person could think is good or bad. They did the best they could, once upon a time. And the beginning. Sam's face lit with a rare, dazzling smile. That's what comes after the end, you know.
T here are no happy endings because nothing ever ends.
L ife was a remarkably common commodity. Anything sufficiently complicated seemed to get cut in for some, in the same way that anything massive enough got a generous helping of gravity. The universe had a definite tendency toward awareness. This suggested a certain subtle cruelty woven into the very fabric of spacetime. I would say that I am a realist in the sense that I think there is a universe out there waiting to be investigated and understood.