Turns out, the epiphanies offered up by our experiences are temporary. The secrets that are revealed to you by the stars and the hole in your head begin to fade, and the wonder of being alive more or less goes away. I wish that it didn’t. I wish I had remained forever grateful, forever able to keep things in perspective. But every now and then, I can. I can look at the stars, and for a half second, it all makes sense.
