His own life suddenly seemed repellently formal. Whom did he know or what did he know and whom did he love? Sitting on the stump under the burden of his father's death and even the mortality inherent in the dying, wildly colored canopy of leaves, he somehow understood that life was only what one did every day.. Nothing was like anything else, including himself, and everything was changing all of the time. He knew he couldn't perceive the change because he was changing too, along with everything else. .Jim Harrison
About This Quote
The writer was describing the endlessness of time, noting that nothing is really "like anything else." The author is also reflecting on the fact that he is changing every day. He knows that in spite of how things seem in this moment, in an instant they will be different.
Source: Legends Of The Fall
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