“I have enormous affection that grows rather than diminishes with time, for the I that I painfully cose from the many, my I. How we love—all of us—our chatty little imp. The toil begins when we toss him into the world so that he’s loved as much as we love him. An impossible thing. Disappointment follows the toil.” LoveSelfDeathTimeGrowthAcceptanceRegretDisappointmentReflections Book:Trick Source: Trick