Sometimes I get struck, like as if by a bolt of lighting, by the phenomenal beauty of human life; what we can do, think, know, experience. Real life is so, so much better than any fiction that could ever be imagined, and there is so, so much more to life than sex and entertainment. I just...
Sometimes, I cry because I am not God. Sometimes I am just overwhelmed by the disparity between what there is to know and understand and live, and how much I reasonably expect, in my short little time here, to know and understand and live.
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