Each minute is a knife blade of separation: How to trust our life to the blade that may slit our throat? The remedy lies in finding a balm that heals forever the wound inflicted upon us by time's hours and minutes... Almost from the moment of birth, humans flee from themselves. Where do they go? In endless search of themselves... is there no way out? Yes, there is: At certain moments time opens just a crack and allows us to glimpse the other side. These moments are experiences of the merging of subject and object, of I am and you are, of now and forever, here, and there.
Vice, So Sad Today Column, though generally more light-hearted than the above quote
try this instead: http://www.vice.com/read/im-not-glamorizing-depression-im-staying-alive-advice-from-so-sad-today-193'