Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.

In the ensuing silence, I have time to contemplate the word cute— how dismissive it is, how it’s the equivalent of calling someone little, how it makes a person into a baby, how the word is a neon sign burning through the dark reading, “Feel Bad About Yourself.

I learned that myth doesn’t mean a lie; it means a traditional story that tells you something about people and their worldview and what they hold sacred. Interesting.

In these pages, and in my memories, she reminds me that a short life can also be a good and rich life, that it is possible to live with depression without being consumed by it, and that meaning in life is found together, in family and friendship that transcends and survives all manner of suffering. As the poet wrote in the Bible's Song of Solomon, 'Love is strong as death.' Or perhaps even stronger.

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had made a grand miscalculation.

The miracle and hope of human consciousness is that we can still conceive of boundlessness.