My daily life always feels like a riddle that I haven’t cracked. … The simple fact is that I don’t have to go anywhere at all in order to feel that nothing makes sense, that nothing is as I expected it to be. I am confronted by so much novelty just in being alive that I am dependent on routine to nail any of it in place, and then those routines can stand endless tinkering, to make room for me to learn more and more, so that the world won’t seem so incomprehensible—that old illusion. Of course, learning more just illuminates further the infinity that you don’t know.

What a fantastic essay from Phil Christman. So much more here than the title implies, even if the conclusion is clear from the start.

“Here I am, having an epiphany in the middle of my silly quotidian life… I am realizing something obvious—that the quality of attention we bring to things is more important than the freshness of the things we bring attention to.”