but it seemed that most of the people of Seattle were still obeying the rules and so he did likewise.

Our present time is indeed a criticizing and critical time, hovering between the wish, and the inability to believe. Our complaints are like arrows shot up into the air at no target: and with no purpose they only fall back upon our own heads and destroy ourselves.

Even in the pitch black darkness
only one ray of light is needed to illuminate

It's like doughnut holes. Whether you take a doughnut hole as a blank space or as an entity unto itself is a purely metaphysical question and does not affect the taste of the doughnut one bit.

Written By Haruki Murakami

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