That is the sentence of being so small, so fragile, so powerless. Even the wind, which cannot be seen, is greater than us. Yet the verdict pronounced on us isn’t doom. It is only a breathtaking despair, that contains in it something more than happiness, because we discover, at last, that the agony of being cut open is also the exhilaration of being set free.
Umair Haque, One Way to Love - The Rise and the Fall
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