Friday, October 25, 2002

Look Homeward Angel

Tonight I can't get a passage from Thomas Wolfe's Look homeward, Angel out of my head:

"Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas. The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home and every moment is a window on all time."

I love that quote. It reminds me that no matter how meaningless and unimportant my life may seem, in the grand scheme of things even I may be important.

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