“Our human tragedy is that we are unable to comprehend our experience,
it slips through our fingers, we can't hold on to it, and the more time
passes, the harder it gets...My father said that the natural world gave
us explanations to compensate for the meanings we could not grasp. The
slant of the cold sunlight on a winter pine, the music of water, an oar
cutting the lake and the flight of birds, the mountains' nobility , the
silence of the silence. We are given life but must accept that it is
unattainable and rejoice in what can be held in the eye, the memory, the
mind.”