He ran all over the city to find it, then couldn’t run fast enough home once he had gotten it. The kind of thing he had been running after all over the world for some time. In his head he couldn’t quite tell if it was the right one, but he wouldn’t know for sure until he got it down on paper.

He was running with Peter and he said to him, “Pete, I need you to remember a sentence.”

“O-kay.” Peter said with a breath in between.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Amid uncertainty … “

Pete repeated it back to him.

“That’s right.”

“I like it.”

Max liked it too. It sounded good out loud.

“Amid uncertainty, rather than say I am nothing, I would like to say that I am everything. but perhaps that is just the God in me.”

Max ran until he couldn’t, and then he ran more. He had to get back to his desk to write down that sentence. He wasn’t sure if it was quite right. But then again he wasn’t even sure if it was the sort of thing that could be right, or if it even was the type of thing that could be said. Or, if it was the type of thing that someone just holds within them, that drives them forward. It could fill up the world, refusing ephemeral words, but embracing with all joy the cycle of life that never ends.