there's going to be a lot of tragic things happening for which none of us can prepare.  

reading the unwritten book, father's journal on the right page and daughter's comments on the left, very small. she says the book was a secret, that secrets are my power plant. and i think of that secret dad always kept, but that was different, he couldn't tell it, didn't know what it was. his secret power was in pretending he held the secret, and may reveal it one day, when you least expect it. i recall the telephone call when he said you're talking to a ghost, and i could hear his sardonic grin through the line.