"But life is not all eloquence and adulation: life is wiping the baby’s bum; it is a bad case of croup; it is quarrels with one’s spouse; it is disappointment, distraction, indignities by the dozen; it is the death of friends, wife, son, brothers, carried off like fluff in the wind; it is alien evenings, cold stairwells, frosty sheets, lack of love; for what does the great spirit need that touches the body but the touch of the body, as oratory needs silence, and revolution peace? We are nourished by our absences and opposites; contraries quench our thirst."
William Gass, “Emerson and the Essay” (via invisiblestories)