He was an easy man to figure, one of those who had grown old everywhere but in his heart, that one organ he had never worn out because he’d never dar… - Hugh Howey

Cave bears hibernated for a season. Humans hibernated each night. Daytime was a shift, each one endured like a quantum of life, all the short-term planning leading up to another bout of darkness, little thought given to stringing those days into something useful, some chain of valuable pearls. Just another day to survive.

You were just doing your job,” she assured him. And then she thought just how powerful that sentiment was, how far down a nasty road that could take a person, shuffling along and simply doing their job.

Symmetry, by surrounding us, makes itself invisible.