I wonder at what point my life swerved to avoid that, and if that life would have been nicer than the one I've got.

If something wants to be a story, it will be.

I pray for meaning. I pray for the limits of reality to become clear. For a world – and a type of being – that makes sense. I pray for a life after death that is not like this life. I pray for the end of mystery. What would a life be like with all the mysteries solved? If there were no questions, there’d be no stories. If there were no stories, there’d be no language. If there was no language there’d be no . . . What?

People make events into stories. Stories give events meaning.

I erased the thought from my mind, but I couldn't undo the fact that I'd had the thought in the first place.

Honesty and authenticity are a big deal for me.

Living for ever would be like marrying yourself, with no possibility of a divorce.