What is demanded of man is not, as some existential philosophers teach, to endure the meaninglessness of life, but rather to bear his incapacity to grasp its unconditional meaningfulness in rational terms.
“Leo had once known an old man who had gone outside every morning all winter with a palm full of seeds; by March he had bramblings and chaffinches eating out of his hand. By May he had been shot dead by a sniper, but that wasn’t the point of the story. The point was that in the unlikely event that Leo ever grew old, perhaps he’d devote himself to feeding birds by hand like some kind of good witch.”
- Hither Page by Cat Sebastian
I’m completely digging this book, tbh, and Leo’s internal dialogue is the best. I keep making highlights.