Kobe Bryant

Toward the end, it's the things we take away from ourselves, either by removing them or confirming their existence and saying we'll learn to live with them, saying we were glad to have had them, that they've defined the path from East to West as if is was there all the time, or acknowledging their problematic nature.

And who's the greater writer, de Beauvoir or Sartre?

The one who wrote, "the fact that we are human beings is infinitely more important than all the peculiarities that distinguish human beings from one another."

Why is it that toward the end of our lives we begin conducting elegiac interviews with ourselves, in which we see how much of the world was made in our own image and how much of it is changed, fractured, broken again and again so that it's become a different world, a world we never knew though we believed ourselves part of, a world we can't understand? And not understanding we tried to make the world change, and by changing it made it worse than it was.

I can't speak for others, I only speak for myself. I, for one, attribute my whole downfall, all my shortcomings, to my impatience. My fantastic impatience, my notorious desire for resolution, the hunger I have for measurable outcomes cloud the Metaphysical Future I foresee.