"He doesn’t think being good will earn him anything, but he still does it, because he still thinks good is better than bad, whether it gives him something in return or not. I don’t know if that’s coming out right. I’m trying to think of an analogy. Maybe…someone who paints the most beautiful pictures, putting all his effort into it, though he is surrounded by blind people. There’s no return for his work, but he thinks it’s worth doing anyway.
I think it’s almost a higher form of goodness—to do good for its own sake, expecting nothing in return."
A Saga of: Hands
I reached out one finger and stroked the back of his shimmering han, where it lay within my reach. I marveled again at the perfect texture, satin smooth, cool as stone.