“Cows, he reflected, draw together in a field; ships in a calm;
and we’re just the same when we’ve nothing else to do. But why do
we do it?- is it to prevent ourselves from seeing to the bottom
of things'[he stopped by a stream and began stirring it with
his walking stick and clouding the water with mud], ‘ making
cities and mountains and whole universes out of nothing, or do
we really love each other, or do we, on the other hand live
in a state of perpetual uncertainty, knowing nothing, leaping
from moment to moment as from world to world?- which is, on the
whole, the view I’m inclined to”. Virginia Woolf.
From “The Voyage Out”, which I believe was her first novel.
Islander