Until and Unless

Life is full of isolated events, but these events, if they are to form a coherent narrative, require odd pieces of language to cement them together, little chips of grammar (mostly adverbs or prepositions) that are hard to define since they are abstraction of location or relative position, words like therefore, else, other, also, thereof, theretofore, instead, otherwise, despite, already and not yet.

Carol Shields, Unless p 313

And that’s what I liked most about the book.    Each one of those words bravely titled a chapter.  Providing it the strength to stand on its own in its reclusive sense of meaninglessness. Unless.

At the end, it left me feeling a sense of goodness—not greatness.