“ Don’t sanctuaries become prisons, and vice versa, foremost in the mind? ”
The truth, finally, is who can tell it.
~ Chang-Rae Lee
Suffering is the noblest art, the quieter the better.
But maybe it’s the laboring that gives you shape. Might the most fulfilling times be those spent solo at your tasks, literally immersed or not, when you are able to uncover the smallest surprises and unlikely details of some process or operation that in turn exposes your proclivities and prejudices both?
What hasty preperations we make for our future. Think of it: it seems almost tragic, the things we’re sure we ought to bring along. We pack too heavy with what we hope we’ll use, and too light of what we must. We thus go forth misladen, ill equipped for the dawn.
