“What is the meaning of life?” And how do we capture it in writing … ?

From my friend Susan, posted to her Facebook page, on the anniversary of Virginia Woolf’s birthday:

“What is the meaning of life? That was all–a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.” –To the Lighthouse

It reminds me, a bit, of James Joyce’s thoughts about epiphanies.

And, courtesy of The Paris Review, “for Virginia Woolf’s birthday, listen to the only surviving recording of her voice: http://tpr.ly/10JWVRs.”