The protagonist thinks that all things things have changed in his lifetime, noting that there were many, many generations before him when the people died after a lifetime in which nothing in the world around them changed. The customs and the wisdom stayed the same. He contemplates the metaphor of trees which grew and fell, with the only variable being how thick they were when they fell. Then he wonders:===
"Does overwhelming change, the annihilation of all you know, create an intensity of memory that would not have existed otherwise? When all you know is lost and gone forever, does it become sweeter in the mind? Does it make you want to let go or hold on even tighter?
"All I can say is that we are mistaken to gouge such a deep rift in history that the things old men and old women know have become so useless as to not be worth passing on to grandchildren."
--Charles Frazier, Thirteen Moons
"Does overwhelming change, the annihilation of all you know, create an intensity of memory that would not have existed otherwise? When all you know is lost and gone forever, does it become sweeter in the mind? Does it make you want to let go or hold on even tighter?
"All I can say is that we are mistaken to gouge such a deep rift in history that the things old men and old women know have become so useless as to not be worth passing on to grandchildren."
--Charles Frazier, Thirteen Moons
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