i was pretty distracted while reading this, which is no fault of the author's. what i take from it, among its many themes, is this question of individuality and the masses. how they are both (if they are) meaningful in the world."Ours is a planet sown in beings. Our generations overlap like shingles. We don't fall in rows like hay, but we fall. Once we get here, we spend forever on the globe, most of it tucked under. While we breathe, we open time like a path in the grass. We open time as a boat's stem slits the crest of the present."