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320 pages, ebook
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."
鈥淚 push through the granite, the sludge, the bones, the dirt, the worms, and the termites, until I鈥檓 bursting through into some rice paddy field in China, proving that there鈥檚 no such thing as down, because eventually down is up.鈥�
鈥淚t鈥檚 not like I can control these feelings. It鈥檚 not like I mean to think these thoughts. They鈥檙e just there, unwanted birthday gifts that you can鈥檛 give back.鈥�
鈥淒o you know how it feels, to be free from yourself and terrified by it? You feel both invincible and targeted, as if the world 鈥� as if the universe 鈥� doesn鈥檛 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鈥檚 the third time even though you don鈥檛 remember hearing the first two times. Even though you don鈥檛 even remember going up to your room.鈥�
鈥淎nd that knowledge is so magnificent you can鈥檛 hold it in, and it drives you to share it 鈥� but you don鈥檛 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鈥檛 large enough to hold what you鈥檝e tried to fit into it鈥︹€�