I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon… And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.

But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.

Usually things are divided into the real and unreal, but I was wondering how it will be if I bring all of that into the stage of the real world. People get hurt and close their minds, but as time passes, they gradually open up, and they grow as they repeat that.