Your father calls you to his court. You need not pack. You go garbed in glorious raiment. He waits eagerly by his palace doors to welcome you, and ha… - Lois McMaster Bujold

The quaddies, he reflected, didn’t seem to have a very clear idea of private property. Probably came from a lifetime spent in a communal space habitat, with its tight ecology. Planets were communal in the same way, really, except that their enormous size put so much slack in their systems, it was disguised.

Communication. This lack of word from the outside world might drive even him crazy shortly.
It was as bad as prayer, talking to a god who never talked back.

How fortunate that science hasn't cracked human immortality. It's a great blessing that we can outlive old wars. And old warriors.