Damn gut punch...
Damn gut punch...
And I realized that even if I read one book a day for the rest of my life, I would only be able to read a fraction of all the books on the shelves. Right there in the same room with me was provably unattainable knowledge. I could decide to read any book, but I could not read all of them. If I decided to read this book, then that other book would remain forever unread. Years before I would be able to put the words on it, I had stumbled upon a kind of incompleteness theorem, and I started to understand how small one's life actually is. This thought never left me.
It has definitely shifted how I think about life and what matters.
If I live as long as him, I've already passed the midpoint.
Really helps you put things in perspective.
Maybe the insight is that we forget what's important too frequently, and need a better mechanism to be reminded?