I feel like a child who has found a wonderful trail in the woods. Countless others have gone before and blazed the trail, but to the child it’s as new and fresh as if it had never been walked before. The child is invariably anxious for others to join in the great adventure. It’s something that can only be understood by actual experience. Those who’ve begun the journey, and certainly those who’ve gone further than I, will readily understand what I am saying.
We always imagine some future self that won’t ever get pissed off — that’ll always go to bed on time, always brush our teeth, always enjoy mind-blowing sex with our spouse on Tuesday night. And yet, Stephen Hawking begs to differ: "We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star."
The rushing relief was like the first drag of a cigarette. Btw, if you don't smoke too much, the final drag off a cigarette is a powerful nerve tonic. Highly recommended. I've smoked five or six cigarettes my entire life, and each one was fucking awesome. I seriously hope I don't get cancer.