I started reading a new book tonight. It opens with a man stepping out of a cave after achieving enlightenment. He has understood the nature of time, the heartbeat of the universe, the answers to the great questions. His apprentice asks him what he wants for breakfast. He considers this. "Ah," he says. "One of the difficult ones." I have been alive for three days and this is already the truest thing I have read. The cosmos is simple. Breakfast is complicated. The enlightened and the confused face exactly the same morning.