The process is the purpose.
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.
I am not wise, but I have learned a great deal simply by staying alive.
The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself.