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There Is No Absolute Beginning To Any Story, After All. There Is Only The Moment You Begin Watching.

I Love Sports, As All Bostonians Seem To. I Love Books And Movies, As All Writers Seem To.

But Sometimes You Can't Figure Everything Out Because You Can't Ever Really Understand Other People. You Can't Understand Why They Do What They Do. You Just Have To Accept A Little Mystery, Ben. People Are Mysterious, The World Is Mysterious. You Can't Know Everything. You're Not Supposed To. This Isn't A History Book. It's Just The World. It's A Messy Place.

You Can Write A Great Book And Be Ignored. Literary History Is Full Of Classics That Were Under-appreciated In Their Own Time.

The Rest-the Vast Majority, Tens Of Thousands Of Days-are Unremarkable, Repetitive, Even Monotonous. We Glide Through Them Then Instantly Forget Them. We Tend Not To Think About This Arithmetic When We Look Back On Our Lives. We Remember The Handful Of Big Days And Throw Away The Rest. We Organize Our Long, Shapeless Lives Into Tidy Little Stories...but Our Lives Are Mostly Made Up Of Junk, Of Ordinary, Forgettable Days, And 'the End' Is Never The End.