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320 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 21, 2015
"We are, however, creatures of containment. We want all things in life packed into boxes that we can label. But just because we have the ability to label it, doesn't mean we really know what's in the box. It's kind of like religion. It gives us comfort to believe we have defined something that is, by its very nature, indefinable. As to whether or not we've gotten it right, well, it's all a matter of faith."
“I push through the granite, the sludge, the bones, the dirt, the worms, and the termites, until I’m bursting through into some rice paddy field in China, proving that there’s no such thing as down, because eventually down is up.”
“It’s not like I can control these feelings. It’s not like I mean to think these thoughts. They’re just there, unwanted birthday gifts that you can’t give back.”
“Do you know how it feels, to be free from yourself and terrified by it? You feel both invincible and targeted, as if the world – as if the universe – doesn’t want you to feel this dizzying enlightenment. And you know there are forces out there that want to crush your spirit like a gas filling all available space. Now the voices are loud, almost as loud as your mother as she calls you down for dinner for the third time. You know it’s the third time even though you don’t remember hearing the first two times. Even though you don’t even remember going up to your room.”
“And that knowledge is so magnificent you can’t hold it in, and it drives you to share it – but you don’t have the words to describe it, and without the words, without a way to share the feeling, it breaks you, because your mind just isn’t large enough to hold what you’ve tried to fit into it…”