It's really important that you understand this. It's about what's in our hearts. About seeing clearly the way life is. Accepting it. It's about being true to it, never mind the pain. Because the pain of not being true to it is far, far greater.
Josh thought that human beings are strange creatures. They are many different things all at once, and they feel so many contrasting emotions.
Love and hate, joy and dispair, courage and fear. As if they were great turning discs, of possible and imaginable colours, upon which the light constantly moves, dancing. It divides again all those faces, young and old, that laughed and cried. As if age didn't count: at seventeen of seventy, the disc was always there, spinning away. Maybe as time went by it always became slightly more simple to recognise colours and to know with certainty what you were looking at and what it meant.
And then the thought of another woman in those arms, of another woman breathing that warm and familiar smell, that had always been hers, only hers, hit her in the chest and she clasped her arms around her breast as if to push it away.
The husband held her in his arms, and she pressed her head against his chest, trying to nest inside him, finding a land where she still felt loved and desired.
I imagine life to be like that. A long chain of moments. And I imagine that all that one can do is to try and live them one by one, without staying to think too much about those moments which have just passed or that are about to arrive.