Because, you know—I’m starting to figure this out, and yes, it may be too late—what is love, after all, what is life, but a striving against, and not settling for, our inevitable doom? What is it if it’s not a constant assertion of our longing for home, for intimacy, in the face of our unfathomable annihilation?
-David Hicks
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