You can’t ever reach perfection, but you can believe in an asymptote toward which you are ceaselessly striving.
There is a moment, a cusp, when the sum of gathered experience is worn down by the details of living. We are never so wise as when we live in this moment.
If the unexamined life was not worth living, was the unlived life worth examining?
— Jul 18, 2021 10:33PM
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