She kept reading and reading. It was the most sacred of escapes; an unquenchable stream of truth and beauty and human struggle to bring things back into balance. She turned pages and knew once again, there was nothing new in the human experience.
Every emotion she felt had been at one time felt by someone else in different rooms under different skies.
She calmed down, gathered her thoughts, lifted up the rich burden of life, hoisting it full bellied onto her shoulder and determined to go on…
690 Saint Paul 