The Forces of my uncertainty

And even if there was an end, it seemed doubtful that I would ever know about it - which meant that the story would go on and on, secreting its poison inside me forever. The struggle was to accept that, to coexist with the forces of my uncertainty. Desperate as I was for a resolution, I had to understand that it might never come. You can hold on to your breath for so long, after all. Sooner or later, a moment comes when you have to start breathing again - even if the air is tainted, even if you know it will eventually kill you.

Paul Auster
Leviathan