The door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred. - Franz Kafka

There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.

Like a Dog!

Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate — he has little success in this — but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different (and more) things than do the others; after all, dead as he is in his own lifetime, he is the real survivor. This assumes that he does not need both hands, or more hands than he has, in his struggle against despair.