My father’s father used to tell me a sick man doesn’t gain weight, and he had been, even though he gasped for air when climbing stairs. A sick man doesn’t see the humor in dying. Grandpa seemed happy, but I wonder if he knew. The Aleut had a saying, “Tayaĝum uyminaa txin chulal slaaĝax̂taguu slachxizax̂ masxazax̂,” which means, when a healthy man puts on his clothes and goes out, the weather will be fine. If you don’t question things deeply and without pity, you may not realize their essential absurdity.