"This winter before Maytree came with Dreary, Lou had been orbiting
one galaxy of ideas as close as she dared. Could a person hold all
people past and present in awareness? She further wondered if doing so
was, by some errant chance, the point-toward what end she had no clue.
Not that life required a point. But she found herself starting to sway
toward eventually considering that there might be one. A point. Any
point." Annie Dillard...The Maytrees
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