It Could Only be Caught by Letting Go

　　'I love you,' she said.

　　And I knew the point of love right then.

　　The point of love was to help you survive.

　　The point was also to forget meaning. To stop looking and start living. The meaning was to hold the hand of someone you cared about and live inside the present. Past and future were myths. The past was just the present that had died and the future would never exist anyway, because by the time we got to it the future would have turned into the present. The present was all there was. The ever-moving, ever-changing present. And the present was fickle. It could only be caught by letting go.

　　So I let go.

　　I let go of everything in the universe.

　　Everything except her hand.

The Humans, P221-222
Matt Haig
ISBN 978-0-85786-876-3