these epiphanies are ephemeral
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.
Sylvia Plath

Never again blaming it on allergies

“They hold their breath all their lives and open, open”
"Seeing" by Annie Dillard

"It happened one day, at a crossroads, in the middle of a crowd, people coming and going. I stopped, blinked: I understood nothing. Nothing, nothing about anything: I didn’t understand the reasons for things or for people, it was all senseless, absurd. And I started to laugh. What I found strange at the time was that I’d never realized before. That
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