The length of sky is just about the size of my ignorance. Pure and wide.

We passed over in a sweep of sorrow that would persist into our small forever. We just keep going.

The greatest wisdom doesn't know itself. The richest plan is not to have one.

This so gnawed at him on some nights that he lay awake wondering just how many unknown and similarly inconsequential accidents and bits of happenstance were at this moment occurring or failing to occur in order to ensure he took his next breath, and the next.

It is easy to take away the world that we think is so permanent and reliable.

He despised his body for its boring hungers, reflex anger; its petty, obliterating rage. But now he'd become detached. He regarded his body with a tender regret. It was the thing his spirit had to haul.

All through my life I never did believe in human measurement. Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size. I know the grand scheme of the world is beyond our brains to fathom, so I don't try, just let it in.