"you can think of it in that way but you're no better for it."
"yeah, but i'm right."
"yes...and still."
"i don't care--i'm right. right is right."
my mind silently restates the words, "right is right...right is right....right is right."
"what's wrong zane?"
i must have that "lois" expression on my face as a friend puts it (look of impenetrable sadness)
"let's get some tea--it's all temporary."
"right is right. it is not temporary."
silent nod...there are no words to stop this sort of pain.
there's no way to help someone see differently when 'right is right'.
impossible conversations...and...predictable next ones.