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There Is Much To Be Said For Solitude.

There Were Moments When I Felt Seriously Unhinged; When I Was Convinced That I Would Never, Ever Recover From What Had Happened, When It Was Absolutely Clear To Me That Life From This Point On Would Be Constant Agony.

But What We Can Never Do Is Change The Story That Has Made Us What We Are. It's A Story Completely Dictated By The Accumulation Of Life's Manifold Complexities—its Capacity For Astonishment And Horror, For Sanguinity And Hopelessness, For Pellucid Light And The Most Profound Darkness. We Are What Has Happened To Us.

The Only Time You Truly Become An Adult Is When You Finally Forgive Your Parents For Being Just As Flawed As Everyone Else.

Because There Is No Meaning To Be Found In The Arbitrary Nature Of Things., It's All Random. Just As Space Is Blue. And Birds Fly Through It.