Status Updates From The River Why

“…my old unmitigated longings… were changed from gnawing, aching dissatisfactions into a kind of sad, silent music, and the hollow place those longings had carved in me became a kind of sanctuary, an emptiness I grew used to, grew satisfied to leave unfilled.”

“I shrugged. ‘What’s to love? Where is this Whopper? Or the soul that jumps in the living river—where is it? And where are these sages and buddhas holing up, now that we really need them?’
Titus shot me a look. ‘Would you know one if you met one? Have you even looked? How hard did you look? How easy should they be to find?’”