Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard (again)

“All right then. Pull yourself together. Is this where I’m spending my life, in the ‘reptile brain,’ this lamp at the top of the spine like a lighthouse flipping mad beams indiscriminately into the darkness, into the furred thoraxes of moths, onto the backs of leaping fishes and the wrecks of schooners? Come up a level; surface.”

-Annie Dillard