The real voyage of discovery
consists not of seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. Marcel Proust
this is the best world we have— because it’s the only world we have. It’s the simplest math ever. However many terrible, rankling, peeve-inducing things may occur, there are always libraries. And rain-falling-on-sea. And the moon. And love. There is always something to look back on, with satisfaction, or forward to, with joy. There is always a moment where you boggle at the world— at yourself— at the whole, unlikely, precarious business of being alive— and then start laughing.