'Jacob, where do you find the strength to carry on in life?'
'Life is often heavy only because we attempt to carry it,' said Jacob. 'But, I do find a strength in the ashes.'
'In the ashes?' asked Mr. Gold.
'Yes,' said Jacob, with a confirmation that seemed to have traveled a great distance.
'You see, Mr. Gold, each of us is alone. Each of us is in the great darkness of our ignorance. And each of us is on a journey.
'In the process of our journey, we must bend to build a fire for light, and warmth, and food.
'But when our fingers tear at the ground, hoping to find the coals of another's fire, what we often find are the ashes.
'And, in these ashes, which will not give us light or warmth, there may be sadness, but there is also testimony.
'Because these ashes tell us that somebody else has been in the night, somebody else has bent to build a fire, and somebody else has carried on.
'And that can be enough, sometimes.'"