no passage

We’re a self-absorbed species, and one wrinkle of our self-absorption is our tendency, reflected in our art and entertainment, to believe that there’s no passage of human existence as fraught with perils and as peculiarly significant as the one we just so happen to be going through.

Frank Bruni, “For Each Age, Its Agonies,” New York Times (2013)

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