"Meaning is a shaky edifice we build out of scraps,
dogmas, childhood injuries, newspaper articles,
chance remarks, old films, small victories,
people hated, people loved; perhaps it is because
our sense of what is the case is constructed from
such inadequate materials that we defend it so fiercely,
even to the death."
- Salman Rushdie, Imaginary Homelands
(spiritual enlightenment: here)
