Life is what it makes you.
Curiosity is an asset mostly frittered away.
Profundity often goes past the issue to some deep but useless truth.
My mother wanted to shrink from my clinging, but did not.
Mistrust makes life difficult. Trust makes it risky.
In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.