I believe I want adult sanity, which seems to me the only unalloyed form of heroism available today.

Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.

For these cultures, getting rid of the pain without addressing the deeper cause would be like shutting off a fire alarm while the fire's still going.

I felt the sort of soaring, ceilingless tedium that transcends tedium and becomes worry.

It's probably hard to feel any sort of Romantic spiritual connection to nature when you have to make your living from it.

Psychotics, say what you want about them, tend to make the first move.

In reality, genuine epiphanies are extremely rare. In contemporary adult life maturation & acquiescence to reality are gradual processes. Modern usage usually deploys epiphany as a metaphor. It is usually only in dramatic representations, religious iconography, and the 'magical thinking' of children that insight is compressed to a sudden blinding flash.