“It’s a crooked, looping, labyrinthine story. You walk into the maze, pick a path, and follow it as far as you can, until you hit a dead end. You realize: no, that’s not it; or that was partially right, but not entirely. Or maybe you don’t hit a wall – maybe you make it all the way through the exit, but then you start wondering if there are other paths that would have worked too. You realize you haven’t figured out the entire maze yet, and that’s your goal. You want to know the whole of it. So you keep going back to the beginning. Or to a beginning, anyhow. The fiendish thing about this particular maze is that there are so many different beginnings, and an infinite number of possible places to end. “ – The Suicide Index, Joan Wickersham
My train of thoughts.
Man serves the interest of no creature other than himself.
“Possibilities are like cancer. The more I think about them, the more they multiply, and there’s no way to stop them. I’m out of control. ” ― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
Notes of a horoscope buff.
“Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.” – Mitch Albom