"And I'm hoping there's some larger truth about suffering here, or at least my understanding of it -
although I've come to realize that the only truths that matter to me are the ones I don't, and can't, understand.
What's mysterious, ambiguous, inexplicable.
What doesn't fit into a story, what doesn't have a story.
Glint of brightness on a barely-there chain.
Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall.
The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature.
Sorrow inseparable from joy."
Donna Tartt - The Goldfinch
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