My life had taken on an urgency. I came to believe that blind striving was proof of my existence, and movement in any direction was preferable to a dreary stillness. I see now that my clambering was a cheerless search for purpose, and purpose, it must have seemed to me then, was the amulet one had best wear while trundling down the road to the ever after. I come now to a living stillness and to my yearning. Time flees, and I follow behind it.