I just got to bed. I have been working for close to 20 hours straight. it’s not abnormal. i’m tired. and i love what i do. it only feels like 20 hours to my feet and my lower back and my eyeballs. i guess i am really only writing because i need to do something in order to try to sleep. this topic has been on my mind and i randomly ended up reading a part of this essay during my dinner break. worth reflecting on. here goes.
“Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood; and if there is any truth in him, if he rests at least on the divine soul, I see not how it can be otherwise. The last chamber, the last closet, he must feel was never opened; there is always a residuum unknown, unanalyzable. That is, every man believes that he has a greater possibility.” -Emerson, “Circles.”
The unknown. The unanalyzable. The greater possibility.