The Book of Two Ways

Maybe this is all love is: twin routes of pain and pleasure. Maybe the miracle isn’t where we wind up, but that we get there at all.

Everything that can happen does happen—in another life.

There’s an ancient text, the story of Sinuhe, who flees his native country. When he leaves Egypt, he says, My heart is not in my body. To the Ancient Egyptians, for whom the heart was the site of intellect and emotion and faith, it was the same as saying: I have lost my mind.
Whatever happens, whatever I gain, it is going to be tempered by loss.
My heart is not in my body, I think.