Lost in Transition

On occasion I danced for nights on end, ever madder about people and life. At times, late on those nights with the dancing, the slight intoxication, my wild enthusiasm, everyone’s violent unrestraint would fill me with a tired and overwhelmed rapture, it would seem to me—at the breaking point of fatigue and for a second’s flash— that at last I understood the secret of creatures and of the world. But my fatigue would disappear the next day, and with it the secret; I would rush forth anew.

—Albert Camus, The Fall