Are we even ready?
Your body aches. And your head hurts from thinking too much.
Given my soft spot for famous diaries, it should come as no surprise that I keep one myself. Perhaps the greatest gift of the practice has been the daily habit of reading what I had written on that day a year earlier; not only is it a remarkable tool of introspection and self-awareness, but it also illustrates that our memory “is never a precise duplicate of the original [but] a continuing act of creation” and how flawed our perception of time is - almost everything that occurred a year ago appears as having taken place either significantly further in the past (“a different lifetime,” I’d often marvel at this time-illusion) or significantly more recently (“this feels like just last month!”). Rather than a personal deficiency of those of us befallen by this tendency, however, it turns out to be a defining feature of how the human mind works, the science of which is at first unsettling, then strangely comforting, and altogether intensely interesting.
"Listen, it’s a hundred and eighty days, Veronica. What’s a hundred and eighty days to us? Our story is epic. Spanning years. Continents. Lives ruined. Bloodshed."
My monk moonlighting as a guardian.
This is the best drop I’ve gotten so far in Diablo 3. BEST.
Kulle-Aid! Hahaha, I want this!