What is the meaning of life? That was all -- a simple question: one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one. This, that, and the other.
Virginia Woolf, in To the Lighthouse
published May, 1927
I have come to believe the meaning of life might be to keep on keeping on and maybe also to note the moments, especially of joy. Then again, they may be no overarching meaning. Except love.
ReplyDeleteAnd they keep coming, even in the midst of all of this, those little daily miracles, those illuminations. Thank God.
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