"Always come down from the barren heights of cleverness into the green valleys of folly. "
— Wittgenstein

"...one had to expect very little--almost nothing--from life, Aaron knew, one had to be grateful, not always trying to seize the days like some maniac of living, but to give oneself up, be seized by the days, the months and years, be taken up in the froth of sun and moon, some pale and smoothie-ed river-cloud of life, a long, drawn-out, gray sort of enlightenment, so that when it was time to die, one did not scream swear words and knock things down, did not make a scene, but went easily with understanding and tact, and quietly in a lightly pummeled way, having been consoled--having allowed to be consoled--by the soft, generous, worthlessness of it all, having allowed to be massaged by the daily beating of life, instead of just beaten. "
— Tao Lin, Bed