enough, once I returned from Antarctica, I again became consumed by the minutiae of my life, minutiae that often felt important and momentous—navigating family and friend dramas, drafting hundred-page contracts late into the night and vehemently negotiating with opposing counsel over little words as though it all mattered so much, feeling annoyance at the guy who cut me in line, planning a wedding, buying an apartment, agonizing over which crib to buy, battling the kids over teeth brushing and TV watching and on and on with all the stuff of life. We live every day not in the shadow of
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