Spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it all, right away, every time. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water.
[Annie Dillard]

My mom, just now: “I could eat the same thing every day. Granola with two cups of coffee for breakfast. And then cheese and crackers.” [Pause.] “I kind of do eat the same thing every day, so what is this ‘I could’?” [Ascends staircase out of view. Redescends, leaning on banister and sticking just her head around the corner to make eye contact.] “I always think, ‘What do I want to eat now?’ and then I think, ‘Oh right. I like cheese and crackers.’” [Re-ascends staircase, grinning.]