that is what you do when you breathe, you trespass, again and again you trespass on the world. - Karl Ove Knausgård

As your perspective of the world increases not only is the pain it inflicts on you less but also its meaning.

One joy of life in the north comes after a winter storm, when the sky, freed of its burden, has paled, and the glow of the unseen sun is everywhere reflected by the snow, so that all things stand out sharp and clear.

You’re the only person I know who can take communion despite not believing in God and not commit blasphemy. The only person I know.