Top Highlights

• Countless times, I had given myself the consolation that I would find the purpose of my life one day, but this consolation was wearing thin while my questions beat like muffled drums in my head.
• It was only in this state of emptiness, as it were, that I could be filled by what I sought most desperately: a true inner life.
• His were more tangible and essential for survival, while mine were more abstract and self-imposed.
• ‘In the month of Margashirsha, when the moon is waxing, you will give birth to a special soul,’ he said as soon as he saw my mother.
• named me Amit.