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
