Is that what this is all about? Darting from thing to thing, experience to experience, like a thirsty beggar getting a sip of water here and there and still always coming away never quite fully quenched. What an awful game. Did I have my daughter for this? – to merely feel whole? Was there ever any other motivation in the history of procreation? It isn't a selfless act at all. How can one sacrifice themselves for a thing which doesn't yet exist? It's selfish. It's fucking selfish,
