Spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it all, right away, every time. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water.
[Annie Dillard]

I think the stack would be as tall as I am.

Normally this would overwhelm me, but right now I feel excited about it; I am in the idea-finding stage of two papers, where everything feels possible. And astonishingly, Simone Weil and Flannery O’Conner (who I have been told disagree sharply, which they do — O’Connor calls Weil “ridiculous”) also say EXACTLY THE SAME THINGS sometimes about love and grace. It is uncanny.