I know there is a moral to this story, but I don't know what it is.

Forests, which I think do contain a lot mystery and traditionally are the setting for lawlessness and magic and what is outside of the rational to some degree, are still something more finite. I guess the desert and its crushing sense of infinite space is part of its connection to the mystical - on top of making you dehydrated and therefore primed for visions.

Wittgenstein once wrote that when the eye sees something beautiful, the hand wants to draw it. I wish I could draw you.

...we take comfort in the symmetries we find in life because they suggest a design where there is none.

...larger than life...I've never understood that expression. What's larger than life?

I walked down my snow covered street. Out of habit I turned and checked for my footsteps. When I arrived at my building I looked for my name on the buzzers. And because I know that sometimes I see things that aren't there, after dinner I called Information to ask if I was listed.(25)

She was gone, and all that was left was the space where you'd grown around her, like a tree that grows around a fence.