Incompleteness
is an essential element of the reality we face.
An important fact about death is
that it is by no means a special event.
It is simply tragic enough,
and ordinary enough to be imagined.
We can show our fragility honestly,
and through that, console ourselves.
"We may never reach perfection, but like an asymptote that draws endlessly closer to zero,
we can believe that we are forever moving toward it." — When Breath Becomes Air, Paul Kalanithi
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDJTfaR5zyE
The lesson of this book. The meaning of this very moment, the meaning of the people who are with me right now — that's what it is, I think.
