Just when we think we have a system, ...the system collapses. Just when we know our way around, we get lost. Just when we think we know what's coming… - Anthony Doerr

Memories cartwheel out of her head & tumble across the floor.

Repository,” he finally says, “you know this word? A resting place. A text — a book — is a resting place for the memories of people who have lived before. A way for the memory to stay fixed after the soul has traveled on.” His eyes open very widely then, as though he peers into a great darkness. “But books, like people, die. They die in fires or floods or in the mouths of worms or at the whims of tyrants. If they are not safeguarded, they go out of the world. And when a book goes out of the world, the memory dies a second death.

How do men convince themselves that others must die so they might live?