And life will lose all its meaning...

I thought at the time it happened that I couldn't be horrified anymore, or wounded. I suppose that's a common conceit, that you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality, makes you safe. That was when I also realised how difficult it is to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave. It is hard to desecrate a grove and change your mind. To cross a bridge when it's been burnt down. The very holy mountains are keeping mum. I doused the burning bush and cannot rekindle it; I am lighting matches in vain under every green tree.