Wisdom is finding joy in bewilderment

She said, "I will go no farther." "There is no choice. We can only go on." The magician said again. "We can only go on.

I am infected with life and will die of it in time.

The tune was wailing and mournful, almost flagrantly so, and the total effect was of a heartbroken piccolo being parted forever from its bagpipe lover.

...because in a way it happened to someone else. I don't really speak that person's language anymore, and when I think about her, she embarrasses me sometimes, but I don't want to forget her, I don't want to pretend she never existed. So before I start forgetting, I have to get down exactly who she was, and exactly how she felt about everything. She was me a lot longer than I've been me so far.

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.

Wisdom is finding joy in bewilderment