I love everything about life, Breitbart says, his voice growing louder now. Familial love, parental love, spousal love, lust. I love beauty, I love fashion, I love art, I love music, I love food, I love plays, I love drama, I love poetry, I love movies. There are very few things I dont have an interest in. I love being alive. Hes gesturing widely, at the window, at the pouring, driving rain. But even with all these loves, he says, youre born with a set of limitations: your genetic legacy, your time, your place, your family. I could have been born a Rockefeller, but I wasnt. I could have been born into a family living in a remote tribe where I thought God was a blue elephant, but I wasnt. Youre born into this reality: that life is full of dangers, its an uncertain place. Events occuryou have an accident, someone shoots you, you develop an illness. All sorts of things happen. You have to respond.

Bittersweet by Susan Cain