He has a story.  The reason.  The why.

It took about a year and a half for him to put it together.  

He put it together with notes rather than feeling.

He put it together alone, even though it was not a solo activity.

He put it together precisely.

All along he had to check notes and check his facts.  

He didn’t want to lie or be wrong.

But the story became that what ended all things.

The story empowered him.

It was a family trait to remember a story and re-tell it and believe it.

It was all he ever knew of a family.  Broken stories.

That did not make it true.

Once it was memorized and written down, it became The Story, The Why.

*fiction story writing.  All events are made up and not related to any living human.