“For Lu, being loved was not something to be taken for granted; we were born unloved until someone else decided to love us. If we were lucky we were taken, shivering, new to this world, into our parent’s arms and one day into a lover’s arms, and so on, perhaps dying in that person’s arms. That was if we were lucky. Without God’s never-ending love to cover us, we had to endure gaps, periods of unloved existence. It was all one could do to survive those intervals, the Captain felt. That was the plight of mankind.”
(from a novel-in-progress)
