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When you didn't force yourself to think in formal reconstructions, when you didn't catch these moments of ravishments under the lens of premises and conclusions, when you didn't impale them and label them, like so many splayed butterflies, bleeding the transcendental glow right out of them, then... what?
by Rebecca Goldstein
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In Rebecca Goldstein's novel "36 Arguments for the Existence of God: A Work of Fiction," the author explores the tension between rigid logical structures and the fluidity of human experience. The quote suggests a critique of overly analytical thinking that risks stripping away the essence and beauty of profound moments in life. By insisting on labeling and categorizing experiences, we may lose the transcendental qualities that imbue them with meaning.

The reflection implies that there is value in allowing ourselves to embrace these experiences without the constraints of formal reasoning. Instead of dissecting our emotions and moments of inspiration, we may find deeper understanding and richness in simply experiencing them. This perspective invites readers to appreciate the nuances of life beyond rigid interpretations, celebrating the mystery and wonder that can often be overshadowed by the desire to fit everything into systematic frameworks.

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