Life made sense to me, then, as it had rarely before, and only sometimes did afterwards. I knew, with the clarity of distillation, who I was, what I wanted, for what I would risk breathing contaminated air, or touching a polluted surface. For most of my adult life I’d wrestled with an emptiness that enraged me. I was too easily bored; too easily distracted; chasing exhilaration and finding, more often than not, alienation. Then, the world stopped, and in its stillness I found not only peace, but abundance